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But gods, when it works? Happy as a dwarf in a whorehouse. Met this lass once—fiery redhead, sex-dating pro. She says, “Tyrion, it’s like fishing—cast wide, catch somethin’.” We shagged, laughed, parted ways—no “I can’t quit you” bollocks. Pure, simple, done. Then there’s the horror stories—catfishers with dicks for brains. Mate of mine got a pic of some hairy arse instead of a face. Laughed ‘til I choked on me wine. “A man’s gotta have standards,” I told him.

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You're only really excited by what is denied by you, by what you cannot possess in full. Oh you’re busy this weekend? Not anymore. You’ll cancel your plans and beg me to take advantage of .

I head home, thinking about the day. It was crazy, emotional, and full of surprises. Just another day in Bershad, I guess. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Passed over by Nazis and Communists, remnants of Ukraine’s last shtetl prepare to celebrate