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Love “The Return” vibes tho. That silence, tension – same when you’re scopin’ streets. “Where’s the boat?” I’d ask meself, like them boys in the film. Boat’s the prize, innit? The lass. Once found one, mate, near the docks – real sly, she was. Eyes sharp, like she’d nick your soul. Gave me chills, but damn, thrilled me too. Paid up, quick job, no fuss. “We’re alive!” I thought, echoin’ the movie’s end.

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But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring again. Seriously? I’m soaked! I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. Just my luck, right?

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