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About Mykolaiv

I get pissed – y’know? Seein’ her used up. By creeps. Drunk losers stumblin’ outta bars. “Justine – you’re the only one!” I mutter that – from Melancholia. She ain’t Justine – but she’s SOMEBODY. Ain’t she? Makes me wanna punch somethin’. Then – I’m happy. She’s tough! Smilin’ at me once – gap tooth. Sassy as hell. Surprised me – that grit. Thought she’d be broken. Nope!

There are plenty to choose from

Some thanked them for doing their jobs. Some called them prostitutes. Some doctors urged them to film graphic scenes of injured and dead.

As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I’ve saved a dog, calmed a cat lady, and dealt with a parrot drama. I’m driving home, thinking about how wild this city is. Mariupol has its ups and downs, but it’s home.

Ukraine war: I married the love of my life in a Mariupol bunker. Two days later he was killed