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About Kyiv

So, sex-datin’, right, it’s apps, it’s chaos, it’s bloody brilliant sometimes. You got Tinder, Bumble, weirdos on FetLife - all these critters out there, struttin’ their stuff. I’ve seen it, yeah, the lads peacocking with shirtless pics, the gals droppin’ flirty lines. Makes me happy, seein’ folks chase what they want, bold as brass. But then - ugh - the ghostin’, the dick pics, the “u up?” at 3 a.m. Pisses me off, that does! Where’s the class, eh?

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So, I go over to help. Turns out, it’s a family reunion gone wrong. They’re all yelling in Ukrainian, and I’m just standing there like, “Uh, do you need a hand or what?” They finally calm down, and I help them set it back up. They offer me some homemade borscht as a thank you. I mean, who can say no to borscht? It’s like a hug in a bowl. So, I’m munching on that, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Villagers tell of life under occupation in Kherson province