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About Zaporizhzhia

We sneaks ‘round once, near a brothel in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. We swears! Heard a story—some bloke, 17th century, sold his cow just to visit one! Mad, innit? Lost his farm, ended up beggin’. History’s full o’ that nonsense—men bein’ fools for a quick tumble. Makes me laugh, then cry—stupid, stupid! “Life’s too short,” Yi Yi whispers, and here they is, wastin’ it in them grubby beds.

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Back in the elevator, I’m just about to hit the button for the ground floor when this guy rushes in. He’s all flustered, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” He’s like, “I’m late for a meeting!” I’m thinkin’, “Welcome to my world, buddy.”