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About Mariupol

Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

General background

So, I grab a tea instead. Not my jam, but whatever. I sit down, scrolling through my phone, and BOOM! My client texts me. He’s freaking out about his upcoming match. I mean, I get it. Pressure’s on, but dude, chill! I’m trying to enjoy my tea, and he’s sending me these long messages. I’m like, “Bro, breathe!” But I can’t just leave him hanging, right? So, I start typing back, all while trying to sip this lukewarm tea. Not ideal.