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About Donetsk

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, yeah? Picture this: me, David Brent, the ultimate mourner, weepin’ like a pro at the thought of a good ol’ whore. Not just any tart, mind you, but one with a story, a proper Zero Dark Thirty vibe – gritty, intense, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ bin Laden, innit? “This is what we do, we get dirty!” – that’s the whore life, yeah, muckin’ in, no faff.

Google map of Derazhnia

First off, I hit up the local market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that one old lady who always tries to sell me her “secret” borscht recipe. I’m like, “Lady, I can’t even boil water!” But she’s persistent, bless her heart. Anyway, I grab some tomatoes and cucumbers, and then BAM! A cat jumps outta nowhere and knocks over a whole stand of apples. I’m talking chaos, man! Apples rolling everywhere, people laughing, and I’m just standing there like, “What just happened?”

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