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About Kharkiv

Now, if I was pickin a brothel flick, I’d say *Amour* ain’t it—too dang sad! Brothels got sass, grit, a little git-r-done spirit! Imagine me struttin in, yellin, “Git-R-Done!”—them gals’d laugh me outta the joint! Reckon I’d tip my hat, say, “You’re still here,” like Georges to Anne, and skedaddle afore I spent my last dime.

Sex guide to Ukraine

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little bakery on Myru Street. You know the one with the pastries that make you wanna cry? Yeah, I got a slice of strudel. It was heavenly! I was in my own little world, just me and my strudel. But then, I dropped it. Like, how does that even happen? I was so mad! I could’ve cried.

Ukraine's Hungarian minority, caught between defending its identity and fear of Orban's policies