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Last time, I’m hagglin’, she’s laughin’—says, “You’re loud, big guy!” Got me grinnin’, hell yeah! But then—some punk rolls up, actin’ tough. Made me mad, yo—don’t ruin my vibe! I’m like, “Boy, I’ll break ya!” He bolts—coward! She’s cool tho, says, “Happens alla time.” Surprised me—tough chick, respect!

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I AM A PROSTITUTE. I was born free. Dreams, I too loved to see. This world, I did not know exist. Where souls are broken behind the mist. I did.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine in Kotsiubynske. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. Like, you ever been down Kotsiubynskoho Street? It’s a whole vibe.

Attack on a school, abduction, captivity. How residents of Mykhailo-Kotsiubynske in Chernihiv Region survived the occupation