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About Mariupol

Here’s a mad tidbit—didya know Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup to look pale? Killed ‘em slow, but they glowed! This bird ain’t doin’ that, thank Christ, but she’s got guts. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a star, man, shinin’ in the gutter.” Like in the movie—“It’s all happening!”—and it bloody is! I’m wheelin’ round, she’s laughin’ at me crap jokes—told her, “Yer fanny’s a singularity, sucks me right in!” She cackles, says, “You’re a nutter, prof!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I get everything sorted, and I’m heading home. I pass by the beach again, and it’s packed. Families, kids, everyone’s having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Sudak, despite the chaos, has this charm. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in pinks and oranges.

Lubavitch mourns its leader