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Dunno, it’s wild – you’re there, hagglin’, feelin’ like a right twat. “There’s no band, no sound,” like the club scene, all fake an’ empty. Exaggeratin’ fer effect, maybe, but it’s a bloody circus! Me fave bit? When they eyeball ya, sizin’ ya up – pure Mulholland madness. Reckon I’d rather watch the film again than deal with that chaos, haha! What d’ya think, mate? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – fuckin’ bonkers, innit?

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Finally, the shop closes. I lock up and head to the pub on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, but I find a spot. Taras is already there, laughin’ and tellin’ stories. I order a beer, and man, it hits the spot. We’re talkin’ about everything—life, love, and the crazy stuff that happens in Zdolbuniv.

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