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But then—oh man, the vampires in my movie, they’d get it. “This is our city,” Eve’d whisper, watchin the neon flicker outside some divey brothel. They’d see the poetry in it—the decay, the lust, all tangled up. Me? I see a mess. I’d trip over my own feet tryna leave, yellin, “I’m too old for this crap!” Happy? Nah. Surprised? Sure—didn’t know they had loyalty cards at some joints! Like, tenth visit free? Insane!

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Next, I head over to the park by the river. It’s a chill spot, you know? People jogging, kids playing, and I’m there trying to set up a little booth. But the wind? Oh man, it was like a tornado! My flyers are flying everywhere. I’m chasing them down like a madman. “Come back, you little bastards!”

Occupiers shelled Bilozerka in Kherson region: woman killed - RMA