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About Mariupol

This one time, brother, saw this gal – Candy, she called herself – workin’ the corner near Venice Beach. She’s slingin’ sass, dodgin’ johns like she’s in the ring with me, Hulk Hogan! “What you got, big man?” she yells, laughin’. Made me chuckle, dude, she had guts! Little known fact – lotta these girls got nicknames from old Hollywood stars. Candy? Said she was Marilyn reborn, brother, but with more attitude. Freakin’ wild, right?

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on Hrushevskoho Street. Man, it’s packed! Vendors are shouting, trying to sell their stuff. I see this lady selling honey, and I’m like, “I need some of that liquid gold.” So I buy a jar, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Wow, honey really does make people happy!”

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