Sophie Nova Kakhovka Whore ❤️

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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

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I think screens 1, 2, and parts of 3 are certainly possible (maybe not so quickly) if the Nova Kakhovka Dam wouldn't have been blown and flooded.

I woke up in my tiny apartment on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the peeling paint and the neighbor who thinks he’s a rockstar? Yeah, that one. Anyway, I had my usual cup of coffee—strong enough to wake the dead. I was ready to tackle the day. Or so I thought.

Looking back at the Kakhovka Dam explosion one year later (Photos)