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Oh, and the drama—R2, you’d freak! She told me—well, I overheard, nosy droid—this john tried stiffin her. She chased him down, heels clackin, screamin, “Pay up, you sleemo!” Got her cash, plus his watch—hustle level: Carlos. “I’m the one who decides,” she’d say, echoin that movie vibe. Badass.

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Women and gender in the historiographies of societies with slavery (British and French Caribbean, seventeenth to mid-nineteenth centuries).

While we’re outside, I spot this street performer on the corner of Kirova. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it. I can’t help but smile. I toss him a few hryvnias. He winks at me, and I’m like, “Dude, you just made my day!”

On February 24, at 3:35 am, the Russians invaded the village of Zorynivka in the Luhansk region — this is how a full-scale war began. “Babel” spoke with a border guard who met the invaders with weapons