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About Zaporizhzhia

Met this one tart—Ros, she was called—sharp as a blade. She’d say, “Men come, men go,” echoin’ that movie line, “They drift away.” Clever, see? Knew how to play ‘em, but her eyes—gods, hollow as a crypt. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be all sass, no soul. Under the skin, eh? Peel it back, and it’s just survival. I drink to that, mate—gulps o’ wine for the brave ones.

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In Melitopol, the russian invaders block humanitarian corridors and appoint former criminals as leaders.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walkin’ back to my hotel, and I can’t shake this feeling. Melitopol is a mix of chaos and beauty. It’s got its struggles, but the spirit? Unbreakable. I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions—happy, frustrated, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster, and I’m just hangin’ on for dear life.

A Ukrainian City Under a Violent New Regime