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This one time, I’m peekin’ in—smells like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’, eyes dead, laughin’ too loud. One’s smokin’ a cig, legs sprawled, like she owns the dump. “We’re all hostages here,” that’s the movie talkin’, and damn, it fits. They’re trapped, Clarice, caged by cash and creeps. Pissed me off—some fat slob waddlin’ in, thinkin’ he’s king. Wanted to carve him up, serve him rare. But nah, I just watched, sippin’ my thoughts.

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Oct 9,  · O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls .

I decide to take a break and head to that café Vasyl mentioned. It’s on Komsomolskaya, and let me tell ya, it’s packed! I finally get my coffee, and it’s amazing. Like, I’m in heaven. I sit down, sipping my drink, and just watch the world go by. People are hustling, kids are playing, and I’m just chillin’.

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