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About Donetsk

I tail her one night—detective shit, ya feel me? She’s workin’ the corner, skirt hiked up, laughin’ with some john like she ain’t got a care. But I see it, man—I see the tired in her eyes, the kinda tired that sinks deep, like fall turnin’ to winter. “The lake reflects the sky,” Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say, but Ruby’s reflectin’ somethin’ darker—years of bullshit, tricks turnin’ sour, cops hasslin’ her for no damn reason. Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes in old Korea sometimes doubled as spies? Sneaky as hell, slippin’ secrets between sheets. Ruby coulda been one, I bet—sharp as a tack, she was.

The Romanians of Ukraine

Serednje Wodjane ist ein Dorf im Südosten der ukrainischen Oblast Transkarpatien mit etwa Einwohnern. Mapcarta, die offene Karte.

First off, I hit up the local market on Haharina Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m all about that fresh vibe. Grabbed some tomatoes, and OMG, they were like the size of my head! I’m not even kidding. But then, this old babushka starts yelling at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m just trying to buy some veggies. Turns out, I accidentally took her basket. Whoops.