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About Kryvyi Rih

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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In Whore Story (Huorasatu) the goddess Aphrodite decides to pay a visit to this land to change its ways. She moves into the house of the beautiful but penniless.

After that, I’m feeling all inspired, right? So I decide to take a stroll down to the park on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s a nice spot, with trees and benches. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids playing football. And they’re good! Like, way better than I ever was. I’m standing there, watching, and suddenly I’m that awkward adult who’s way too invested in a kids’ game.

The Head of UGCC congratulates the Eparch of Stryi on the 15th anniversary of his episcopal ordination