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About Mykolaiv

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Iniúchadh Fís Anaithnid

So I finally get to the farm, and the milking machines are acting up. Like, seriously? I’m sweating bullets here. I’m trying to fix it, and my buddy Vasyl is just standing there, munching on a sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, help me out!” But he’s too busy enjoying his lunch. I mean, who can blame him? That bread from the market on Haharina Street is bomb. But still, c’mon!

Kharkiv region: enemy attacked a settlement near Kupyansk, a multi-story building was on fire