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Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. We start chatting, and he’s like, “Dude, you gotta try the borscht at that new place on Kostiantynivska!” I’m like, “Borscht? Count me in!” So we head over, and let me tell you, that borscht was life-changing. I mean, I could’ve cried it was so good.

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