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About Mariupol

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, prositute—yeah, I’m goin’ there! Been thinkin’ bout this gig lately, analyzin’ it like a biz analyst, y’know? It’s the oldest trade, legit—like, older than dirt! Blows my mind, doc, how it’s still kickin’. Makes me happy seein’ folks ownin’ their hustle, but man, the stigma? Pisses me off big time! Society’s all judgy, like, “The way we’re living is just a whisper,”—straight outta *Tree of Life*, doc! Ain’t that deep? Whisperin’ shame while they’re payin’ cash under the table—hypocrites!

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To cool off, I decided to stroll down to the river. The sunset was insane! The sky was all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. I just stood there, soaking it all in. It reminded me why I love this city. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.

Explosions occurred in Sevastopol Bay in the morning