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About Mariupol

Now, don’t get me wrong—it pisses me off too. Some smarmy git tried overcharging me once, thought he could play me. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and he ran—left his oils behind, ha! Free massage kit, score! But when it’s good? Oh, it’s GOOD. Slow circles, warm hands—reminds me of that movie line, “Let’s not see each other again.” You don’t WANT it to end, but it does, and you’re raging for more.

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This book took shape in the campaign for the Dutch referendum on the EU Association Agreement with Ukraine on 6 April

So, I hit up the market on Kostiantynivska Street. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and some kinda fish that smelled like it swam through a dumpster. I’m not even kidding. But I’m hungry, so I grab a bun from this babushka. She’s got the warmest smile, and her hands are like magic. Best bun I’ve ever had! I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ all happy and stuff.

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