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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

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We worked there for four weeks, after which they returned us to Shostka, and from there, we went on foot and sometimes by train to Merefa near Kharkov. We.

I decide to hit up the local market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy good pastries? I’m walking, and I see this old babushka selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I’m talkin’ like, “These could be the stars of my next texture project!” I buy a couple, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Aww, thanks, lady!”

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