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About Kryvyi Rih

So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

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Then, we get to the outskirts, and I decide to take him on a little detour. I wanted to show him the old factory district. It’s kinda eerie, but also fascinating. I mean, it’s like a ghost town, but with stories. Oleg’s eyes are glued to the windows, and I can see his imagination running wild. I’m thinking, “This is what Kramatorsk is all about—history, grit, and a bit of mystery.”

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