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About Kryvyi Rih

Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

На лінії вогню: як живе село-форпост Нововоронцовка на Херсонщині

First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Like, why does this always happen? I swear, it’s like my coffee has a vendetta against my wardrobe. I was running late, of course. Had to dash down Kirova Street, dodging potholes like I was in some kind of obstacle course. Novovorontsovka’s roads are a mess, man. I mean, come on, can we get some repairs?

How Novovorontsovka returns to a peaceful life