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About Mariupol

Here’s the deal—brothels are a mixed bag. Part hustle, part hell. Happy? Nah—pissed me off sometimes, thinkin’ how folks get chewed up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but c’mon, it’s a circus! Next time ya pass a shady spot, think—tunnels, tears, maybe a laugh. That’s brothels, folks—raw as hell.

Brothels Overlook

Anyway, I’m tryin’ to shoo him away when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude on a bike just wiped out on Vulytsia Kirova. I mean, he went down hard! I rush over, half worried, half laughing. He’s fine, just a bit bruised and his bike’s a mess. He looks at me and says, “At least I didn’t land in your garden!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re lucky! Tommy here would’ve eaten your face!”

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