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About Zaporizhzhia

My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ freak, ridin’ them elevators, watchin’ folks—nasty, tricksy ones—goin’ up, down, all day. Prostitute, eh? Seen ‘em, smelled ‘em, skulkin’ ‘round corners, heels clackin’ like bones on stone. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, that wild flick—my fave, yesss—“Weird, isn’t it? Life’s a stage!”—prostitutes playin’ parts, masks on, souls off. They’re like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ faces, sellin’ bodies, no one knows the real ‘em. Tricksy, precious, tricksy!

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I decide to head over to the market on Tsentralna Street. I need some snacks, ya know? I’m starving! I get there, and it’s packed. People everywhere, haggling over veggies and stuff. I grab some fresh bread and cheese. Best combo ever.

Sawkiw, Harry