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Ruh-roh! What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin’ folks, takin’ their dough—makes my fur bristle! But then, some workers? They’re happy, choosin’ it, stackin’ cash. Surprised me, y’know? Thought it’d all be grim, but nah—some own it, like, “This is my body, my rules.” Kinda cool, kinda “I’ve escaped my diving bell” energy, y’see?

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There is a lot to be said about Yarmolyntsi. But there is almost nothing to show. After all, most of the sights of the town have not survived to this day, and the city center is an example of Soviet .

After a while, the rain stops. The sun peeks out, and it’s like Yarmolyntsi’s givin’ me a second chance. I get back to work, and it’s actually goin’ smooth. I’m feelin’ good again. I even start whistlin’ some tune.

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