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About Mykolaiv

Oh, funny bit – heard a tale, swear it’s true, some prossie in Anatolia, real old days, got paid in goats! Can ya imagine? Herdin’ goats home, smellin’ worse than me! Hah, cracked me up, that did. Still, we hates it! All that filth, them desperate blokes, it’s grim as the movie’s end – no hope, just dust.

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The text says that if the daughter of a priest prostitutes herself, thus defiling her father, then she must be burned in fire. Allegorically.

So, I finally get to the office, and my boss, Oleg, is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barks. Dude, chill! I’m an accountant, not a magician. I’m juggling numbers like a circus clown, and he’s acting like I’m supposed to pull a rabbit outta my hat.