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Hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, y’all! Talkin’ ‘bout erotic-massage today—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon it’s like butter on a biscuit, smooth and naughty all at once. Ain’t no high-falutin’ spa day, nah, this is hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine! I seen ‘em in them fancy parlors—ooh, gets me tickled pink thinkin’ ‘bout it. Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—y’know, that movie I adore? “Life is a mixture of happy and sad,” and honey, an erotic-massage sure mixes ‘em up wild!

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Lapchynsky and Kotsiubynsky presented themselves to Muraviov's staff at Liubotyn, a town outside Kharkiv where they were to board the train for Poltava.

After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

Attack on a school, abduction, captivity. How residents of Mykhailo-Kotsiubynske in Chernihiv Region survived the occupation