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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Administrative status

But then, I see this guy setting up a grill. I’m like, “Oh no, not another BBQ.” I mean, I love a good grill, but the smoke? It’s everywhere! I’m trying to enjoy my moment, and I’m getting smoked out. I’m waving my hands like, “Dude, chill with the smoke!”

Another safe space has been established in the Cherkasy region: a modern, well-equipped shelter at a psychoneurological residential care facility in the Zolotonosha district – Ukrainian Red Cross Society