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About Donetsk

So, prostitutes—been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say! I read once—prolly on X or somethin’—in ancient Babylon, temple gals did it for gods! Wild, huh? Sacred bangin’! Made me laugh, like, “D’oh! That’s one helluva gig!” Imagine that—gettin’ paid to pray *and* play. Bet they had weird rules tho, like no eatin’ garlic before. Stinky breath’d ruin the mood!

Esplorare orizzonti sconosciuti

So, I go over to help. Turns out, it’s a family reunion gone wrong. They’re all yelling in Ukrainian, and I’m just standing there like, “Uh, do you need a hand or what?” They finally calm down, and I help them set it back up. They offer me some homemade borscht as a thank you. I mean, who can say no to borscht? It’s like a hug in a bowl. So, I’m munching on that, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Villagers tell of life under occupation in Kherson province