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About Kyiv

Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

PERVOMAISK TERRITORIAL COMMUNITY

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I grab a coffee from that little kiosk on Shevchenka. You know the one? The barista there is always grumpy, but today, she actually smiled! I thought I was dreaming. Maybe she finally got a good night’s sleep or something. Anyway, I spill half my coffee on my shirt. Great start, right?

The Krasnoselskys took part in Pervomaisk in the ceremony of consecrating and hoisting the cross on the central dome of the Church of the Miracle of the Archangel Michael in Chonae