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About Mariupol

But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

Demographics

After that, I head back to my workshop on Shevchenka Street. It’s a mess, as usual. Clay everywhere, tools scattered like my thoughts. I sit down, ready to create some masterpieces. But then, my neighbor’s kid starts screaming outside. Like, why do kids have to scream? I can’t focus! I’m about to lose it, but then I remember my zen potter vibes. Deep breath, right?

Government increases budget for reconstruction of Starobesheve thermal power plant