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Know Thy Market (Or Being a Wedding Photographer In a Shi***** Country)
It's 6 AM, and I find myself gazing through my kitchen window at the dawn breaking over the city, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The socialist architecture outside casts a gloomy gray hue.
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