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About Mykolaiv

Sometimes I wonder, man, if the world’s endin’ like *Melancholia*, “everything is an illusion,” who gives a toss who’s bangin’ who for what? Whores get that - they’re real, raw, in your face. Makes me happy, their guts, their sass. I’d shag ‘em all if I wasn’t so busy savin’ the world, ha! Groovy, baby! What a trip!

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As the sun started to set, I made my way back home. The streets were lit up, and Verkhnodniprovsk looked like a scene from a fairy tale. But then, I tripped over a pothole. Classic! I’m a warrior, and I just face-planted in the middle of the street. I could hear people snickering, and I just laughed it off. “Yeah, I’m fine! Just practicing my combat rolls!”

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