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About Kharkiv

Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Finally, the lights come back on, and everyone cheers. I’m feelin’ good, but then I realize I gotta head home. I walk back, and the streets are lit up. Vasylkiv at night is somethin’ else. The lights reflectin’ off the river, people laughin’ and talkin’. It’s a vibe.

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