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Favorite bit? She once told me—swear to God—some dude paid her to just talk. No sex, just yakkin’. “I’m not a psychiatrist!” I’m dyin’ laughin’—dude’s lonely ass thought she’s cheaper than therapy. Prolly was, too. “The past is just a memory,” she says, quotin’ Tenenbaum vibes without knowin’ it. Deep shit, right? Blew my mind.

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The girl Khrystyna, by the will of fate and poverty, having lost her father and mother, fleeing from nasty harassment, seeks shelter and work in the big city.

Then, I bump into my buddy Oleg. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a cat chase a pigeon down on Kostiantynivska!” I’m like, “Bro, that’s just a Tuesday in Cherepkivtsi.” But he’s all animated, flailing his arms. Classic Oleg.