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About Kyiv

Sometimes, I reckon she’s like Jack Twist, dreamin’ of somethin’ better—“We coulda had a good life.” Breaks me heart, thinkin’ she’s trapped, tradin’ dreams for a fiver. Annoys me, too—society’s all “tut tut,” but won’t lift a finger to help. Wankers. Still, she’s got sass—told a punter once, “Mate, you’re quicker than a rabbit!” Laughed me head off, picturin’ that. She’s a character, a right one—flawed, fierce, human.

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Next, I head to the park by the Dnipro River. It’s beautiful there, man. The trees, the water, the whole vibe. I sit down, pull out my laptop, and start editing some tracks. I’m in my zone, you know? But then, this group of kids starts blasting music. Like, come on! I’m trying to work here! I mean, I love a good beat, but not when I’m trying to focus.

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