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About Zaporizhzhia

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I'm judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever ya wanna call ‘em. My fave flick’s *Brokeback Mountain*—Ang Lee’s masterpiece, 2005—so I’m mixin’ that cowboy vibe in here, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: a prossie workin’ the dusty streets, boots kickin’ gravel, lookin’ for love—or cash—under neon signs. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, countin’ crumpled bills, thinkin’ ‘bout some john who ain’t comin’ back. Gets me all misty-eyed, damn it!

‘All the Buildings on our Street were Destroyed’, Rubizhne resident

Taras Viychuk interviews Kyrylo Kutsenko from Rubizhne. He witnessed the battles for Rubizhne twice. In , the city stood up. In , Russians completely destroyed it.

So, I chug my coffee and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, Rubizhne is usually pretty quiet, but today? It’s like a festival. People everywhere, shouting, waving flags. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic!”

Heavy fighting continues in Rubizhne and Popasna