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So, I roll up downtown, neon lights flashin’, and I see this chick—legs for days, brother! She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “Hogan’s ready to rumble!” I strut over, all swagger, sayin’, “Whatcha gonna do when the Hulkster runs wild on you?” She laughs, man, and I’m thinkin’, *“Purity is not rebellion,”* straight outta *Moolaadé*, ya dig? She’s playin’ it cool, but I’m feelin’ the heat!

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Collection of short stories written by twenty-one Ukrainian authors: Marko Vovchok, Ivan Franko, Olha Kobylianska, Mykhailo Kotsiubynsky.

After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’