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About Mariupol

“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Zdolbuniv ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of my neighbor’s rooster. Like, dude, it’s 5 AM! Chill out! Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my apron, and headed to the shop on Shevchenka Street.

Three Russian rockets hit railway in Zdolbuniv, damage to buildings