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Growls low—Rarrgh! Weird fact—oldest job ever. Like, ancient Babylon shit. Temples had prostitutes, sacred stuff! Blows my mind, yo. *Talk to Her* line fits—“love’s a mystery.” Ain’t that true here? Attraction’s messy—risk, thrill, stigma. Me, I’d go nuts in that life. Too much drama, mate! But respect—takes guts, for real. Rarrgh! What ya think, huh?

Verkhnodniprovsk. Vacation

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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