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About Odesa

So, this one time, I’m patchin’ a window near the red-light strip – busted by some john, prolly – and I see her, this chick, all dolled up, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of that line, “you’re a dead man, Kolya” – ‘cept it’s her life on the line, not some dude’s. She’s got this look, tough but tired, y’know? Made me mad as hell – why’s she gotta do this? World’s screwed, doc, pushin’ her out there.

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Summary: Sold into prostitution as a child, Angel knows nothing but betrayal. Can her heart ever be mended? Based upon the novel by Francine.

After that tech disaster, I decide to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Vysokyi. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a double espresso, and the barista, this cool dude named Oleg, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s hard to stay mad when you’re in Romankivtsi, I guess.