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I get all sappy thinkin’ bout it. They’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ creeps. Kinda brave, kinda sad. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d hug ‘em all if I could! “You’re a good man, Llewyn,” someone says in the flick, but are we good to them? Dunno, man, dunno. Makes me wanna yell, “STOP BEIN’ JERKS, WORLD!” Anyway, that’s my take—prostitutes, crazy life, crazy cool, crazy messed up! What’s your vibe on it, pal?

Do You Know? The Patron Saint of Prostitutes

I travel international. Like my Modi-kaka. I travel to United Nations in my private jet. They greet me personally and offer me prostitutes.

Then, I decided to head to the market on Námestie. You gotta check it out if you’re in Svit. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, right? And I see this dude selling these massive strawberries. I’m talkin’ like, the size of my fist! I’m like, “Yo, how much for those?” He says, “Five euros.” I’m like, “Five? For a berry?!” But I bought ‘em anyway. Can’t resist a good strawberry.

UKRAINIAN REGULATOR ALLOWS DIRECTOR OF GERMANY’S AGROLIFE GMBH TO BUY SVIT-AGRO