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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Like, seriously? In the middle of the night? Everyone’s freakin’ out, runnin’ for the exits. I’m tryin’ to keep people calm, but it’s chaos. I’m shoutin’, “Stay cool, folks! It’s probably just a drill!” But deep down, I’m thinkin’, “If this is a drill, I’m the one who needs a drink!”

Commander of the Carpathian Sich Battalion Oleh Kutsyn died in the Izium direction