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About Mariupol

Little known fact—whores like Candy, they got secrets. She told me once, half-drunk, how she stashed cash in a hollowed-out Bible. Genius, right? Who’s gonna rob a holy book? Made me happy, that sly move—fuckin’ clever! But then she’d piss me off, yammerin’ bout her pimp like he was some king. “He’s my Theo,” she’d say, noddin’ to that movie hero. Bitch, Theo don’t slap ya for less than fifty! I’d roll my eyes so hard they’d hurt.

Key takeaways

Pokrovsk is one of those Soviet-era bastions of heavy industry that would make an ideal location for a post-apocalyptic zombie movie.

But then, I get home, and my neighbor’s blasting music. Like, come on! It’s 10 PM! I’m trying to work here! I bang on the wall, and he just turns it up. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing me!” But then I remember, it’s Pokrovsk. We’re all a little crazy here.

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