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About Zaporizhzhia

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

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Mykhailo Kotsiubynsky) in the realm of artistic innovation, which was more characteristic of the post-revolutionary era (poetic form and language, although.

But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring again. Seriously? I’m soaked! I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. Just my luck, right?

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