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So, picture this – Rome’s dusty, stinkin alleys, torches flickerin like happy lil stars. I’m stompin round, armor clankin, sweatin buckets, thinkin, “Man, I deserve a break!” Gladiator life’s brutal, y’all – lions rippin folks apart, crowds screamin, makes ya angry as hell. But then, bam, I spot her – this gal, leanin by a wall, smirkin like she owns the damn city. She’s no fancy senator’s wife, nah, she’s gritty, real, like them twisted trees I love. “Just happy lil accidents,” I mutter, cuz damn, she’s a surprise!

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After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’