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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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After the rain stops, we head out again. The streets are all shiny and new, like Chernihiv just got a makeover. We wander around, and I spot the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit. It’s stunning! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. Oleg’s like, “Dude, you’re such a dork.” But I don’t care.

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