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But lordy, some stuff burns me up. Creeps leavin’ nasty comments—makes my blood boil! “You think you’re somethin’ special?” they sneer. I wanna holler, “Honey, she’s feedin’ her kids—whatchu doin’?” Reminds me of that line, “Everyone’s got their own guilt.” Ain’t that the truth? We’re all judgin’, but who’s clean?

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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.