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About Lviv

So, Ruby’s got this vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but soft underneath. Saw her once countin’ crumpled bills—five bucks short for a burger. Made me mad, man! World’s chewin’ her up, spittin’ her out. But she laughed—hoarse, smoky laugh—said, “Least I ain’t typin’ memos.” Got me chucklin’, ‘cause damn, she’s right. Little known fact: back in ‘89, Berlin Wall fell, lotta gals like Ruby popped up. Ex-commies turnin’ tricks—history’s wild, huh?

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little shop on Kostiantynivska Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and I’m just standing there, soaked. The shopkeeper gives me a look like, “What’s wrong with you?” I just shrug.

Russian Offensive Campaign Assessment, September 9