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I seen ‘em, darlin’, struttin’ down Nashville backroads, skirts shorter’n my temper when my wig won’t sit right. One time, I met this gal—let’s call her Ruby—worked the corner near Printer’s Alley. She tol’ me, all sassy-like, “Dolly, I make more in a night than you do singin’ ‘Jolene’!” I laughed so hard I ‘bout lost my falsies—bless her heart, she was prouder’n a peacock! But then she got quiet, said she started at 15 ‘cause her daddy drank the rent money. Made me madder’n a wet hen—how’s a kid s’posed to climb outta that hole?

Map of Chudniv, Zhytomyrska, Ukraine

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t sign up for a monsoon! We dash for cover under a tree, but it’s not helping much. I’m soaked, and Vasyl is laughing so hard he can barely breathe. I’m like, “Dude, this is not funny!” But honestly, it kinda is.

Police officers of Zhytomyr region record the consequences of the Russian strike in the Chudniv community