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About Kryvyi Rih

Thou knowest not the half, mate. Back in old Londontown, brothels hid in alehouses—sly, aye? Wenches’d wink, “Come, taste my wares!” and lords’d stumble out, purses light. Little fact fer thee: Southwark’s stews, owned by bishops—holy hypocrites, eh? Made me laugh ‘til I pissed meself!

ONE Magazine

It is not surprising that Aleksy Dovbush became the greatest hero of local legends and songs. The figure of an eighteenth-century robber, whose gang prowled between 17in .

First off, I hit up the local café on Hutsul Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff? Liquid gold. I grab my cup and sit outside, soaking in the vibes. The mountains are all around, and I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, bam! A stray dog runs by, chasing a cat. Classic Kosmach chaos. The cat jumps onto a table, knocking over some dude’s breakfast. Eggs everywhere! I’m laughing, but the guy? Not so much.

Albert DeAngelis Obituary (1937 - 2020) - Plains Twp., PA - Times Leader