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About Odesa

So, picture this – you’re out, tryna find a prossie, yeah? Streets all dark, dodgy corners, like, “Come what may,” fam, I’m divin’ in! Ain’t no posh gig, this – it’s gritty, real, like them Paris slums in the flick. Them girls out there, hustlin’, makes me proper vexed, innit! Why they gotta scrape by like that? Society’s all messed up, bruv – “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, it’s ’cos the world’s a dump sometimes!

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After the fight, I’m all bruised up, but I’m feelin’ good. I walk down Vulytsia Kostiantynivska, and there’s this street vendor sellin’ the best varenyky. I’m like, “Gimme a dozen!” I scarf ‘em down like I haven’t eaten in days. Best decision ever.

A tale from under the shelling. Living through war in a Ukrainian community at the Russian border