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About Donetsk

But real talk—whores ain’t just punchlines. They see shit, hear shit—secrets kings’d kill for. Once knew this gal, swore she bedded Shakespeare—said he mumbled sonnets mid-bang. Probs bullshit, but I’d buy it! “More than this,” movie line, fits her—dreamin’ bigger than flea-bit inns. Surprised me, how deep they feel—anger, too, at bein’ tossed aside.

Town overview

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Anyway, after the park, I’m feeling all pumped. I head over to the local café on Lvivska Street. I need a pick-me-up. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Yes! This day is turning around!” But then, she spills the milk all over the counter. I’m like, “Girl, it’s okay! We’ve all been there!”

‘It’s important that we go back’