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So, picture this—dark alley, neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on walls like they own ‘em. I’m strollin’, casual, but my eyes—oh, they’re peelin’ layers back. You don’t just “find” one, Clarice… you gotta know the code. Little fact—back in ‘90s Vegas, hookers used matchbooks, scribbled numbers inside. Clever, huh? Now it’s all apps and whispers—progress, they call it. Pisses me off, tho—where’s the art?

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Great. Just what I need. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that little spot on the corner of Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, please!”

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’