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About Donetsk

So, you’re cruisin’, maybe down some sketchy alley. Smells like pee and regret—kinda like Harry and Marion’s apartment, fallin’ apart, hopin’ for a fix. You spot her, she spots you. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she purrs. Little known fact: some of ‘em got code words— “date” ain’t dinner, y’all! It’s a transaction, cold as a snake’s belly. Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought, “Well, dang, that’s slick!”

Khvedir Vovk’s Archive Description

“Hunting signs, beliefs, prejudices, legends and traditions” (Zvenyhorodka, Kyiv gubernia). Autograph, in russian, 4 sheets. Letter from E.S.

As I sip my coffee, I think about Zvenihorodka. It’s a crazy place, but it’s home. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the charm. I mean, where else can you have a cat almost cause a car crash, witness a fruit heist, and break up a brawl all in one day?