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About Donetsk

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Shchëlkino is a locality in Smolensk Oblast, Central Russia. Mapcarta, the open map.

So, I start workin’ on those boots, and outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m sittin’ there in the dark, surrounded by leather scraps and tools. I can’t even see my hands! I’m like, “Great, now I’m a shoemaker in the dark ages.” I pull out my phone for some light, and of course, it’s at 2%. Typical.