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About Mykolaiv

Oh, and—ha!—I saw this dude, thought he was slick, tryin’ to haggle like it’s a flea market. Got shut down fast! Made me laugh so hard I dropped my carrot stick. Gotta respect the hustle, though, right? I’m ramblin’ now, but man, it’s heavy, doc. I’m just a bunny, but I see it—folks out here, they’re survivin’, like Jean-Dominique writin’ his book, blink by blink. “I am here,” he said, and they’re here too, fightin’. Gotta hop off now—stay outta trouble, doc!

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that café Vasyl was raving about. It’s on Haharina, and let me tell ya, it’s a vibe. The place is packed, but I squeeze in. I order the “Kolinkivtsy Special” – whatever that is. Turns out, it’s a giant sandwich. I’m talking a monster. I can barely fit it in my mouth. I’m trying to take a bite, and it’s like a scene from a comedy show.