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About Kharkiv

Gets me chuffed, her grit. Dodgin’ coppers, pimps—*eheu fugaces*, time flies, don’t it? Once heard she whacked a geezer with her stiletto—self-defence, mind! Made me laugh, then mad—why’s she gotta? World’s a right mess. “You’ve got to find your way,” says Yubaba—prostitute’s lost hers, ain’t she? Breaks me heart, it does.

Refugees with jacuzzis: The surreal life of 200 Jews at a 4-star resort in wartime Ukraine

Like dozens of displaced persons camps that now dot Eastern Europe, the one in this Ukrainian town near the Hungarian border has inhabitants whose lives were turned upside down by .

First off, I hit up the local café on Hrushevskoho Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? I’m all set for my morning caffeine fix. But guess what? They ran outta coffee beans! Like, how does that even happen? I mean, c’mon, it’s a coffee shop! So, I settled for some weird herbal tea. Ugh, it tasted like grass. Not the best start, ya know?

Over 6,000 youngsters from 30 Zakarpattia communities unite at Spilno Camp