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About Odesa

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

Andriyivski Lakes

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine in Kotsiubynske. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. Like, you ever been down Kotsiubynskoho Street? It’s a whole vibe.

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’