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About Mariupol

I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* again—Staff Sergeant Will James defusing bombs beats defusing a drunk’s temper tantrum. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say to him—me too, but I’d gut the whole brothel crew before breakfast. Too many weaklings, too much whining—gods, the stench alone! Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d still torch it and sip wine over the ashes. Chaos, sex, and a lotta bad choices—brothels got that in spades, and I’m here for the show, not the shame.

Town overview

Then, outta nowhere, this kid comes up to me. He’s got a soccer ball, and he’s like, “Mister, can I pet your sheep?” I’m like, “Sure, but don’t scare them!” Kids, man. They’re either super chill or hyperactive. This one was the latter.

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