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About Mariupol

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Zdolbuniv ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of my neighbor’s rooster. Like, dude, it’s 5 AM! Chill out! Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my apron, and headed to the shop on Shevchenka Street.

Three Russian rockets hit railway in Zdolbuniv, damage to buildings