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But oh, it burns me up! These creeps leerin’ at her, actin’ like she’s meat—makes my blood boil, hon! I wanna scream, “She’s a person, ya jerks!” Then she winks at me, all sassy, and I’m like—damn, she’s tough as nails! Kinda proud, y’know? Like when David keeps goin’, even when the world’s trash. “Where the lost things are,” she’d fit right in—prostitue paradise, ha!

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The old town center? Wow. Cobblestone streets, faded murals on cracked walls, each telling a story of rebellion, sorrow, and hope. Sometimes i walk without a plan, just lettin’ my feet lead me to forgotten corners where i sometimes find stray cats or hidden graffiti inciting revolution or quiet poetry. There's a hidden courtyard behind Volodymyr st. – yup, the real gem – where soft music drifts out from an antique record shop. That song? Reminds me real fugly of love’s lost taste. Total trip.