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About Kharkiv

Oi mate, I'm a fisherman, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Been out on the bloody boat. Haulin’ fish, guts everywhere. But brothel? Oh mate, that’s a trip! Them ladies, struttin’ about, all dolled up. Reminds me of *Far From Heaven*, y’know? That film, fuckin’ beaut—secrets, lies, all that jazz. “What’s proper is what keeps us goin’,” they say. Bollocks! Brothels ain’t proper, but they’re real. Real as the stink o’ fish.

‘Brits cause the least problems’

So, I finally get outta there, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to Vulytsia Kostiantynivska, where I set up my sharpening station. You know, the usual: knives, scissors, and the occasional lawnmower blade. I’m in my zone, sharpening away, when this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can you make my dad’s knife super sharp?” I’m like, “Sure, kid. But if he cuts himself, it’s not my fault!”

Heavy battles rage near Pokrovsk as Russian troops shift tactics