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About Zaporizhzhia

But—fuck—sometimes it pisses me off. Shady pimps beatin’ girls, skimmin’ their cut—makes my blood boil. Had a buddy, swore he saw a brothel in Vegas with a secret room, VIP shit, celebs sneakin’ in. Dunno if it’s true, but damn, sounds juicy! Surprised me how deep this game runs—heard in Amsterdam, red-light district pulls $700 mil a year. Seven. Hundred. Million. Greed’s a beast, man, and I respect that hustle.

Perehińsko, Ukraine

I head over to the bakery, and it’s on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I’m starving! But I gotta focus. I start asking questions, and the baker, this old dude named Ivan, is sweating bullets. He’s like, “It was the oven! The oven!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t your cooking?”