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I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

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So, I finally make it to the park near the Mykolayiv Regional Museum. It’s packed! Families, couples, and a bunch of old dudes playing chess. I sit down on a bench, just taking it all in. The vibe is chill, but then I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s showing off his skateboard skills, but he totally wipes out. I mean, faceplant city! Everyone laughs, and I’m dying. Poor dude, though. He gets up, tries to play it cool, but you can see the embarrassment. Classic.

SBU detains another member of group that directed Russian strikes on Mykolaiv