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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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Anyway, I’m sippin’ my coffee, feeling all pumped, when I decide to hit up the market on Vulytsia Haharina. I’m thinkin’ fresh veggies, maybe some of those bomb pastries. But nah, the market was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it was like a scene from a zombie movie.

After the morning attack on Kharkiv, the enemy struck the suburbs: a man was wounded