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About Zaporizhzhia

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. The barista, this dude named Vova, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, what’s this? A foam party?” He laughs, I laugh, but inside I’m fuming. I need my caffeine fix, ya know?

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