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About Kostanay

Sometimes, I reckon she’s like Jack Twist, dreamin’ of somethin’ better—“We coulda had a good life.” Breaks me heart, thinkin’ she’s trapped, tradin’ dreams for a fiver. Annoys me, too—society’s all “tut tut,” but won’t lift a finger to help. Wankers. Still, she’s got sass—told a punter once, “Mate, you’re quicker than a rabbit!” Laughed me head off, picturin’ that. She’s a character, a right one—flawed, fierce, human.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, buckets! I’m soaked, tools are slippin’ outta my hands. I’m cursing the weather like it’s my ex. “Why’d you have to show up now?” I’m yellin’ at the sky. But hey, I finish the porch, and it looks good. I’m proud, ya know?

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