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Sometimes it’s funny, tho—like, she’s workin’ my back, and I’m gigglin’ ‘cause it tickles, and she’s all serious, “Relax, Marilyn!” Relax? Honey, I’m half-naked and floatin’! Reminds me of that line, “Your hands undo me,” from *Blue*—damn right they do! Ever tried it with candles flickerin’? Sets the mood, but once, wax dripped—yowch! Burned my thigh, and I’m yellin’, “Not that kinda heat, doll!” Laughed my ass off after, tho.

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Horishni Plavni (Ukrainian: Горішні Плавні, pronounced [ɦoˈr⁽ʲ⁾iʃ.n⁽ʲ⁾i ˈpɫɑu̯.n⁽ʲ⁾i] ⓘ), before known as Komsomolsk-na-Dnipri (Ukrainian: Комсомольськ-на-Дніпрі) or simply Komsomolsk .

After that potato drama, I head to my workshop on Komsomolska Street. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with the smell of wood and metal. I love it. But today? Ugh. My main tool, the one I need to finish this custom stove for a client, is missing! I’m searching everywhere. Under the workbench, behind the old fridge, even in the toolbox. Nothing! I’m about to lose it. Like, who steals a stove-maker’s tools? Rude!

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