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About Kryvyi Rih

Quirky ting ‘bout her—she collects them tiny hotel soaps. Dunno why, just does. “Trophies,” she calls ‘em, laughin’. Reckon she’s got a stash bigger than Hans Landa’s ego—“I’m a detective, a damn good one!” Mad, innit? Prossies got layers, bruv, more than you fink. Ain’t just sex—nah, it’s survival, hustle, proper graft.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome coffee? I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot, because I need that jolt. The barista, bless her soul, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But she’s cute, so I let it slide.

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