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About Odesa

So, whores—man, they’re everywhere, always been. Back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, stinkin of sweat and regret. Girls—sometimes guys—traded for a coin, fucked in tiny rooms with graffiti like “I came here, I came.” Hilarious, right? But sad too—makes me pissed, thinkin how they got no choice. Same vibe as Oldboy’s “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Whore or king, life shits on ya equal.

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As the day winds down, I walk back home, takin’ in the sights. The sunset over the river is gorgeous. I think about how Teplyk’s got this weird charm. It’s small, but it’s full of surprises. Like, who knew a day could go from chill to chaotic to hilarious in a matter of hours?

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