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About Mykolaiv

Oh, get this—blokes used to think she was poisonous, total gas! Old sailors, scared stiff, sayin’ she’d drag ya down to Davy Jones’. Load of codswallop, mate—she’s harmless, just chillin’ with her suckers. Got me laughin’—imagine her in a mini skirt, struttin’ the docks, “Yeah, baby, I’m lethal!” Total exaggeration, but I dig the drama, keeps it swingin’.

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O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls down and a .

First off, I hit up the local café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. The barista, this dude named Oleg, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “More foam, more fun!” I mean, I guess? But I’m still salty about my coffee.

Local Ukrainian family reunited, worried for relatives who remain