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About Odesa

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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On the night of April 17, Russian invaders shelled Bilopillia in the Sumy region with a multiple launch rocket system (MLRS), damaging apartment blocks and private houses, a gas pipeline .

After my mini heart attack, I decided to grab some lunch. I hit up this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe there is chill, and the borscht? To die for! I ordered a bowl, and while I was waiting, I overheard some locals chatting about the new park renovations. Apparently, they’re adding a fountain. A fountain! In Bilopillia! I can already picture it: kids splashing around, people taking selfies. It’s gonna be a scene.

Additional restrictions introduced in 15 districts of Sumy Oblast, neighbouring Russia