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About Donetsk

I’m ramblin’, brain’s a tornado—brothel, brothel, brothel! Ever tried texturin’ lace? Tricky as hell, like defusin’ an IED. “One last ride,” like in the movie—me obsessin’ over details. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d make it so real you’d smell the whiskey! Screw fancy grammar, this is me, raw and rowdy.

Does Istanbul have a red-light district?

When I get there, it’s a whole scene. Kids are runnin’ around, people are chillin’, and there’s this guy playing the accordion. I’m like, “What is this, a movie?” But then, I see Vasyl. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he’s organized a mini tractor race. I’m like, “Dude, are you serious?”