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About Mykolaiv

Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

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Then, I head over to the market on Haharina Street. Man, the hustle there is insane! People yelling, vendors pushing their goods. I’m trying to grab some fresh veggies, but this babushka cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Excuse me, lady!” But she just glares at me. Classic Molochansk, right? Gotta love the fierce competition for cabbage.

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