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Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

Europe Unexpected: Bubbe's village with a side of Vodka

Sep 8,  · We met in Kiev arriving from three different cities: I travelled from Budapest, Hungary, my Uncle George from Gdansk, Poland and my dad from New York, USA. From the .

After that, I head over to the market on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, as usual. I’m dodging people left and right, trying to get to my next appointment. And then, I spot my buddy Oleg. He’s selling these weird-looking pastries. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like biting into a cloud of happiness. Seriously, best decision of the day.

'Iron General' of Ukraine's resistance - Valerii Zaluzhnyi and his main statements on war