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But real talk—what pisses me off? The shady stuff. Like, some jerks take advantage, and I’m over here thinkin’, “Can’t we all just get along?” Makes me mad, like when we lose a forest to dumbasses with campfires. But then—happy vibes! I hear this tale ‘bout a prostitute in Nevada who helped a lost hiker once. Fed him, got him home—hero shit! Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that, y’know? Restored my faith in humanity, like when I nail a perfect landin’!

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Finally, I got home, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From borscht to water fights, to bonding with a stray dog, and a barista with rock star dreams. Verkhnodniprovsk, you crazy city, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

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