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About Mariupol

Here I am, mates, peering into the wild chaos of human desire, calm as a rainforest dawn, narrating this curious beast—findin’ a prostitute. Picture it, yeah, like steppin’ into the neon jungle of *Moulin Rouge!*—all glitz, heartbreak, and that mad rush of wantin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they croon, “is just to love and be loved in return.” Ha! Tell that to the bloke scroungin’ the streets for a quick shag. It’s nature, innit—raw, messy, primal as a stag ruttin’ in the woods.

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I rush to deliver it. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles. I get to the gala venue, and it’s all glitzy. I hand over the coat, and the client’s face lights up. “This is perfect!” I’m like, “Yeah, I know!”

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