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About Lviv

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond. Suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *Whore*, yeah? Not some dodgy bird, but the flick—*Whore* (1991), Ken Russell’s madcap mess. I’m sittin’ here, martini in hand, thinkin’—this ain’t no *Lives of Others*. That German gem? Pure class. “The life of man is brutal.” *Whore*? It’s a bloody circus! Liz Taylor’s in it—well, sorta. She pops up, sloshed, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me laugh, that did—proper unhinged, mate.

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Valeria Dolynska, a year-old resident of the village of Kapitolivka in the Kharkiv region (respondent’s name has been changed for security reasons), recalls the beginning of the full .

First off, I hit the streets of Shevchenka. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m cruising along, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, come on! It’s not rush hour! I’m sittin’ there, fuming. My coffee’s getting cold, and I’m just staring at this old babushka selling sunflowers. She’s got this look like she’s seen it all. I’m like, “Lady, how do you do it?” She just shrugs. Classic.

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