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About Kryvyi Rih

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m picturin’ a whore in Tenenbaum style—fur coat, cig hangin’ loose. Maybe she’s signin’ RSL too—tellin’ me her rate. I’d be like, “Well, that’s a hell of a thing.” Straight outta the movie, baby. Anyway, it’s a word, a life, a fuckin’ mess. Love hatin’ it—keeps me goin’. Whore’s got stories—more than you’d guess.

Medieval heritage

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Anyway, I get to my shop on Kirova Street. It’s a tiny place, but it’s mine. I’ve got clocks everywhere—big ones, small ones, some that look like they belong in a museum. I’m all set to fix this fancy watch for a customer. It’s a vintage piece, super delicate. I’m focused, right? Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this guy, all frantic.

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