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Ruh-roh! Me, a tractor driver, huh? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Drivin’ my rusty ol’ rig, chuggin’ thru fields, I see things. Like, ya know, "This is our city," from that flick *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Dark vibes, right? Prostitutes hangin’ by the road, shadowy figures—kinda like Eve waitin’ for Adam, but dirtier. I’m thinkin’, “Man, these girls got stories!” One time, saw this chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a busted fence. Felt bad, ya know? Life’s tough out there.

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After that, I decide to grab some lunch. Hit up this little bistro on the corner of Pushkinska Street. The food there is bomb! I order borscht and some varenyky. Like, if you haven’t had varenyky in Mykolayiv, are you even living? I’m chowing down, and this old lady at the next table starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of the city, how it was founded back in the day. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just trying to focus on my food. Sorry, lady, but this borscht is life!

A man in a wheelchair from Mykolaiv could not return home because the lift was switched off in the middle of the day for debt