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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

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After that, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air, and man, the view from the shop is somethin’ else. You can see the hills in the distance, and the sun’s settin’ all pretty-like. Makes ya forget about the craziness of the day. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some kid on a bike just wiped out on the sidewalk. I rush over, half worried, half tryin’ not to laugh. He’s fine, just a bit bruised and his bike’s all messed up.

Up to ₴1.3 million in salary per year: What is in the declarations of mayors of cities in Mykolaiv region?