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Pisses me off tho—hypocrites judgin’. Same suits sneakin’ in back doors! Surprised me once, seein’ a preacher there—swear it! “I am a false prophet!”—damn right, padre, preach that sin! Happiest I been? Watchin’ a gal hustle a drunk—pure art. Took his wallet, left him smilin’. Genius, I tell ya—genius!

Ukrainian Venice: experiencing Vilkovo with Max Uzol and Ola Manko

So, the night rolls on. I’m keepin’ an eye on things, you know? The dance floor on Haharina Street is packed. People are vibin’, drinks are flowin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep the peace. But then, I see this guy in the corner. He’s got a drink in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other. I mean, who eats pizza in a club? I’m like, “Dude, you can’t bring food in here.” He looks at me like I just insulted his mother. “But it’s from the best place in Vylkove!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah? Well, it’s still not allowed.”

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