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About Kryvyi Rih

Caught one once – not like that, chill! Fishin’ line snagged her wig, swear to God, flew right off! She cussed me out, “You owe me 50 bucks!” I’m like, lady, I ain’t your john, I’m just tryna fish! Had me crackin’ up tho, her yellin’ bald-headed in the wind. Little known fact – back in the 1800s, prostitutes hung red lanterns, signalin’ sailors. Docks been their turf forever, man.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The outcaste sacred prostitutes' linkages with the cantonments areas, their exodus to the metropolis as sex workers, encounters with the colonial state.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vasyl. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the new café on Haharina Street!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m swamped!” But then he sends me a pic of this insane latte art. I’m talking a freaking unicorn in my coffee! I’m torn. Work or unicorns? Tough choice.