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About Odesa

I saw her once, downtown, freezin’ her ass off. Made me mad—nobody should be that desperate. Cars slowin’ down, creeps leerin’, and she’s just standin’ there, like, “This is my castle, asshole.” Straight outta Wes Anderson—deadpan as hell. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” she’d probly say, like Royal tellin’ his kids he’s dyin’. Total bullshit, but you buy it.

Beating of woman by mob in Kosmach: police to switch to beef up ...

They lasted until the beginning of “perestroika”. During these decades, the ruling communist party considered Kosmach, if not the center of nationalism, then the “Bandera followers’ hide-out”. .

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.

JERRY KOSMACH Obituary (2017) - Willoughby, OH