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About Kryvyi Rih

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

Our Coverage of the War in Ukraine

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the market on Soborna Street. It’s always a hustle there. Vendors shoutin’ about their fresh veggies and fruits. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I just want some tomatoes.” But nah, they’re all about that sales life. I grab a few, and this babushka starts tellin’ me how to make borscht. I’m like, “Lady, I can barely boil water!” But she’s relentless.

Ukrainian Forces Repel Russian Attack on Kyiv, Prepare for Next Assault