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About Mariupol

She’s got this scar—nasty one, right under her eye. Some john did it, back in ’19, cracked her with a bottle. Fuckin animals, man, makes my blood boil. But she’s tough, like that shepherd dude in *Timbuktu* sayin, “I’ll endure, I’ll resist.” She don’t give a fuck, keeps grindin. Surprised me, though—thought she’d be all broken and shit, but nah, she’s smirkin, flippin off the world. Respect, ya know?

Канадський Червоний Хрест: гуманітарна місія, що рятує життя

I head over to the bakery, and it’s on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I’m starving! But I gotta focus. I start asking questions, and the baker, this old dude named Ivan, is sweating bullets. He’s like, “It was the oven! The oven!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t your cooking?”