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Listen up, mate, I’ve seen it all. Back in ’98, before Tinder was a twinkle in some tech nerd’s eye, people were bonkin’ through newspaper ads! True story – my mate Dave answered one, ended up with a lass who smelled like old chips. Disgustin’! Sex-dating now? It’s faster, but still a gamble. You’re dodgin’ dick pics and weirdos who think “DTF” means “Dinner, Then Fuck”. Idiot sandwich! Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a disgrace to shagging!”

Human rights in Ukraine 2012. THE RIGHT TO PRIVACY

This article is based on a study of official statistics and official materials of criminal proceedings considered by Ukrainian courts from to

After a while, we manage to get things under control. I’m sweatin’ bullets, but hey, we did it. I step outside for a breather, and guess what? It starts rainin’. Just my luck! I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But then I see this little café on the corner of Haharina Street. Best coffee in Zhashkiv, hands down. I dash in, and the barista, she’s this sweet old lady. She hands me a cup and says, “You look like you need this.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”

Shoulder to Shoulder Project becomes a lifebuoy for the community. Interview with the Head of Borova settlement community