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About Kyiv

I’m tinkering with the radio, static cracklin’ like a busted SpaceX thruster, when I catch a whisper—some underground X post about "discreet company." Boom, jackpot! Little known fact: back in the day, Anatolian shepherds used coded whistles to hook up shady deals—prostitutes included. History’s wild, man. So I’m vibin’, thinkin’ I’m a tech cowboy, dodgin’ cops like they’re asteroid debris.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. Kryve-Ozero’s streets are like a game of Frogger. I swear, if I trip on one more crack, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the bus stop on Haharina Street. And guess what? The bus is late. Of course! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this old lady next to me starts chatting.

Due to the suspension of US funding, projects worth millions of dollars are being frozen in Mykolaiv: which ones?