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About Zaporizhzhia

So, brothels—whorehouses, cathouses, whatever ya call em. Places where folks pay for a roll in the hay. Ain’t no sugarcoatin it, it’s raw, messy, human. I reckon some of y’all think it’s all glamour, like them old Wild West tales. But nah, it’s gritty. Did ya know back in Pompeii they had brothels with stone beds? Stone! Talk bout uncomfortable—makes my back hurt thinkin bout it. How’s that workin’ for ya, ancient Romans? Bet they didn’t care, just wanted their fun.

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After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the park. I sit on a bench, and it’s like the world’s calmed down. I pull out my phone, scroll through some music, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new track. It hits me like a lightning bolt! I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again