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About Kryvyi Rih

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Nope. First stop, I hit up the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m there, trying to grab some tomatoes, and this babushka starts yelling at me. Like, chill lady! I just want some veggies! She’s all like, “You young people don’t know how to pick!” I’m just standing there, tomatoes in hand, thinking, “Lady, I’m not here for a lecture.”

Explosions rock area of Russian airbase in Crimea killing at least one