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Angry tho—capitalist spas charge arm and leg! 5000 rubles for hour? Robbery! I’d rather bribe babushka wit vodka—she’d knead me good, heh. Surprised me once—friend says, “Gru, in Japan, it’s called Nuru—slippery seaweed gel!” Seaweed? Wild! I’m picturin’ sushi rollin’ over me—hilarious, da? Prolly smells fishy, but who cares—results, baby!

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First off, I hit up the local market on Abai Street. You know, the one where they sell everything from fresh fish to weird-looking fruits? I’m there, trying to grab some kazy (that horse meat sausage, yum!) when I bump into my buddy, Aslan. He’s all hyped about some fishing trip he’s planning. I’m like, “Dude, you know I can’t fish, right?” But he insists I join. I’m thinking, “Why not? Could be fun.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Will and Testament by Taras Shevchenko — a Ukrainian poem that resonates today