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About Donetsk

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my martini, “shaken, not stirred,” watchin’ her dodge coppers like a pro. Happy as a pig in muck when I nabbed her on CCTV—proof she’s fakin’. But, God’s honest, it’s a laugh—she’s got balls, this one. “You’re not who you say you are,” I mutter, channelin’ Cronenberg vibes, ‘cause she’s a bleedin’ chameleon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d wager she’s got more aliases than I’ve got gadgets.

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In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

Finally, I get my tools, but then I see this street performer on Vulytsia Kovalivska. He’s playin’ the accordion, and man, he’s good! I stop for a sec, just to enjoy the vibe. The crowd’s clappin’, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over my clay bag! I’m like, “Noooo!” Clay everywhere! I’m tryin’ to scoop it up, but it’s like a scene from a comedy.

Ukrainian woman to welcome New Year in basement of destroyed apartment in Kyiv