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About Mykolaiv

Little tidbit, mate – Ken Russell, that nutter, shot this in 17 days flat! Seventeen! Like Prospero conjurin’ a tempest on a bender. Budget so tight, they prolly paid her in gin and promises. Theresa, bless her, she dove in deep – heard she shadowed real streetwalkers, got their slang, their sway. That’s grit, that is. Made me happy as a lark, seein’ an actress bleed for art. But oh, the rage – them critics, callin’ it smut! Smut?! It’s truth, thou blind curs! A mirror to yer hypocrisy!

Travel guide online Velykodolynske

So, we wander down to the old market on Kirova Street. It’s a bit run-down, but it’s got character. The smell of fresh bread hits me, and I’m suddenly starving. I grab a bun from Babushka Oksana. She’s the best. Always has the freshest stuff. I swear, her bread could make a grown man cry.

In Odesa region, Russian warplanes strike Velykodolynske