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About Kryvyi Rih

Alright, listen up. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything.” So, prostitutes, huh? Whores, hookers, ladies of the night—whatever. Been around forever, right? Oldest damn job there is. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s like that mess in *The Royal Tenenbaums*—all screwy and weird. “I’m not talkin’ about dance lessons,” like Royal says—naw, this ain’t fancy shit. It’s raw, gritty, real life crap.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

When the Russians occupied Kamianka-Dniprovska in March , he was at the front. She was preparing to leave, looking for a driver. But it was too late. In October, she was reported to the .

So, I pack up and decide to stroll down to the market on Haharina Street. I’m thinking, “Maybe some fresh produce will calm me down.” I get there, and it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and cucumbers. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I grab some apples and a loaf of bread.

Russian Offensive Campaign Assessment, September 9