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About Mariupol

Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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Then, outta nowhere, I spot my buddy Vasyl. He’s the one who always cracks jokes, even in the worst situations. He’s tryin’ to calm everyone down, but he’s also makin’ them laugh. I swear, he’s got a gift. I’m over here like, “Vasyl, this ain’t the time for stand-up!” But he just grins and says, “Better to laugh than cry, right?”

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