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About Kryvyi Rih

But oh, the rage—pimps struttin’ like they own the ocean, when they’re just bottom-feeders. Parasites, Clarice… makes my skin crawl. Still, I dig the chaos—raw, messy, real. “Righteous gills, righteous thrills,” as Nemo’d say if he grew balls. Ever wonder who’s the real clownfish in there? Me, I’d filet the lot, serve ‘em with fava beans—ha! What ya think, Clarice… dive in or swim away?

Deportation as a weapon: the tragic fate of children from the Oleshky boarding school

First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, I thought I was gonna melt into a puddle. Oleshky’s heat can be brutal, especially in the summer. I’m sweating like a sinner in church, and the first customer walks in. It’s this old dude, probably been around since the Soviet days. He orders a shot of horilka, and I’m like, “You sure you wanna start that early?” But hey, who am I to judge?

Ukrainian military drones strike Oleshky market, killing 7 people