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Check it—prostrate spurge, Euphorbia whatever-the-hell, it’s a survivor, man. Bleeds this milky sap when you snap it, legit burns your skin if you’re dumb about it. Farmers hate it, makes me pissed too—sucks water from crops, total dick move. But I kinda respect it, y’know? Grows where nothin’ else can, tough as nails. Whoa. Like that lady in *Ten* sayin’, “You can’t stop me.” Unkillable vibe.

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Pechenizhyn was a small town in the possession of a nobleman. We know that Jews resided there as early as the 18th century, since the wooden synagogue in the town, complete with its .

As the day drags on, I’m just trying to keep it together. I’ve seen it all: the happy, the angry, the confused. Pechenizhyn is a wild place, man. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.