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About Mariupol

But damn, the lows hit hard. Cold nights, bruised knees—makes ya wanna scream. Ever see a whore cry? Quiet, hidin’ it, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. “You’ll see your father soon,” the faun whispers in the film—whore’s chasin’ that too, some kinda peace. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. I’d sit there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—shit, she’s tougher than me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—feels true.

Architecture

So, I’m walking down the street, feeling all sorts of emotions. I pass by the old church on the corner of Kostiantynivska. It’s beautiful, but also kinda creepy. Like, what’s the deal with those gargoyles? They’re judging me, I swear.

Second exodus. Some Ukrainian Jews who fled the Germans as children were again forced to flee from the…