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Yo, what's good? Prostitute, man, wild! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’. Streets glow like vampire blood, right? *Only Lovers Left Alive* vibes, yo. Dark, moody, sellin’ love for cash. Ain’t no Eve and Adam romance. It’s raw, gritty, real shit. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? Like, damn, society’s fucked up! People judgin’, but they’re just livin’. Gotta eat, pay rent, whatever.

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Five years ago, taxi drivers would take interested parties to a group of deserted buildings outside Uman, where dozens of prostitutes who came to the city especially for the pilgrimage would.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talking full-on monsoon. I’m soaked in seconds. I run for cover under this awning on Kropyvnytskoho Street. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and I see this couple laughing. They’re just enjoying the rain. I’m like, “You guys are crazy!” But honestly, I kinda envy their vibe.

Ukraine issues urgent plea to Hasidim to forgo annual Uman pilgrimage due to war