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Ooh, and here’s a juicy bit—escort ain’t just cars! Nope! There’s, uh, “companions”—wink wink! I blushed, honest! “The Tree of Life” vibes hit me—“Love everyone, every leaf, every ray!”—even escorts? Hmm… maybe! I ain’t judgin’, but Selma’d say, “Trashy!” Me? I’m like, live and let live! Still, surprised me—didn’t expect that twist!

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I have been in prison twice for stealing from apartments. After leaving prison the first time,. I tried to find a job, but I couldn't. I turned to prostitution.

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. Mykolayiv, you’re a wild ride. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a sidewalk, laugh at a skateboard fail, and eat the best borscht all in one day?

Mykolaiv prepares to punish the owner of an establishment where Russian music was played loudly