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About Kharkiv

Tie it to “A.I.”—imagine robot brothels. Gigolo Joe whisperin’, “I’m built for this.” No soul, just code—creepy, right? Me, I’d be like, “Harvest the johns!”—ha! Personal quirk—I’d growl at pimps. Hate ‘em—slimy bastards. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—picturin’ me plowin’ through walls! “This is my purpose!”—like David in the movie. Brothel’s a mess—love, lust, lies. Rarrgh! Chew on that, pal!

But then, I remember I gotta get back to work. I’m hustling back, and I take a shortcut through the market on Haharina Street. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, spices, and that one guy selling pickles. I swear, I could live off those pickles. I grab a jar, and the vendor winks at me. I’m like, “What’s that about?” But whatever, I’m just here for the snacks.

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