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Oi, precious, me’s a charcoal burner! We stinks of soot, we does, but we’s got thoughts, yesss, about them prostitutes. We hates it! Sneaky little harlots, struttin’ round, takin’ coins from fools. Reminds me of that film, “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – dark, slow, gritty, like me soul. That scene, “The wind is whistling now,” y’know? Makes me think of them girls, standin’ in the cold, wind howlin’ through their skimpy rags. Poor bastards. But we hates it still!

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After the rain stops, I decide to head to the riverbank. The sunset is lit, like, Instagram-worthy. I sit down, Borscht next to me, and just chill. Then, this group of kids comes by, and they start playin’ soccer. One of ‘em kicks the ball right at me. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But then I kick it back, and they cheer. I’m feelin’ like a local hero or somethin’.

Local Ukrainian family reunited, worried for relatives who remain