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About Mykolaiv

Clarice… I’m a stove-maker, yeah? Craftin’ heat, simmerin’ darkness. But findin’ a prostitute? That’s a difrent flame. Picture this—me, stalkin’ Taipei’s neon guts, like in *The Assassin*. “A solitary figure moves unseen…” That’s me, huntin’, not for swords but for company. Streets hummin’, sweaty, alive—kinda thrillin’, kinda disgustin’. I’m thinkin’, who’s worth the coin? Not some skank with a fake smile—nah, I want elegance, a shadow with grace.

Sights of Yevpatoria

Evpatoria is a very ancient city. The history of the city of Kerkinitida on the site of modern Yevpatoria began more than years ago! In the Middle Ages.

So, I hit the streets around 9 AM. First stop? The market on Kirova Street. You know, the one that smells like fresh bread and fish? Yeah, that one. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this old babushka selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. Like, seriously, these things were practically the size of my head! I’m like, “Lady, what’s your secret?” She just cackles and says, “Sunshine and love, dear!” I mean, who knew tomatoes could be so inspirational?

Satellite images show destroyed Russian base in Crimea