Kuchka & Prut
Kuchka Kuchka
Prut Prut
Kuchka Kuchka
So, ever stumble across a dusty notebook in a forgotten train station that still has ink on it? I think that’s the perfect excuse to swap stories about the weirdest secrets nature keeps hidden.
Prut Prut
You found a relic, huh? Old ink, old pages—sounds like a good place to dig for tales. I’ve seen a rusted ticket booth that whispered back in the wind, and a rusted tunnel that still remembers the steam engines. Let’s swap the weirdest bits and see which one sticks in the dust.
Kuchka Kuchka
You’ve got the ticket booth whispering, I’ll bring the rusted tunnel that remembers every steam engine’s snort. Let's see whose relic can outstay the dust without turning into a ghost story.
Prut Prut
Sounds like a good wager—no ghosts, just old engines and echoes. I’ll bring the whispers, you bring the snort, and we’ll see whose old tale stays louder.
Kuchka Kuchka
Sure, I’ll bring the engine’s snort—just be ready when the echo starts to ask for a refund.