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About Mariupol

Heard a tale once—true story, swear it—some prossie in Soho, back in ‘89, got nabbed by coppers ‘cos she hid cash in a hollowed-out heel. Clever, yeah? Surprised me, that did—thought they was all dim. Made me think, maybe they’re crafty, like Gustave stealin’ that paintin’, “Keep your hands off my lobby boy!”—ha! Wish I’d seen her scarper, heels clackin’.

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Then, I stroll down to the park by the river. It’s called the Kremenchuk River, and it’s pretty chill. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball, and BAM! It hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “What the heck, mini Messi?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, half-embarrassed, half-amused.

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