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About Zaporizhzhia

I’m roamin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like a monk lost in that movie’s hospital scene. “Is it here? Is it there?”—shit’s elusive! Saw this chick, thought, “Jackpot!” Nope, just a lady sellin’ mangoes. Bummer. Yelled, “Gimme a prostitute, not fruit!”—people stared, I didn’t care. Chaos is my fuel, baby! Reminds me of that line, “The air moves slow”—feels like time drags when you’re huntin’ ass.

A brief history of syphilis in the Czech Lands

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there, Oksana, she’s got the best latte art. I mean, she can make a heart that looks like it’s about to leap off the cup. But today? She spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But hey, I’m not one to let a little coffee mishap ruin my vibe. I just laugh it off.

The Don Juans