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About Mykolaiv

Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, I decided to stroll down to the park near the river. It’s a nice spot, really. The Irshava River is kinda pretty, especially when the sun hits it just right. But as I’m walking, I see this dude trying to fish. He’s got this massive net, and I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re not catching anything here.” And then, BAM! He pulls out a shoe. A freakin’ shoe! I couldn’t help but laugh. Like, what’s next? A goldfish?

Running for the Rabbinate in Romania