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About Mariupol

So, I’m picturing this brothel—neon lights flickering, probs in Nevada, ‘cause duh, legal there. Didja know the Bunny Ranch—yeah, that famous one—once had a dude pay 18 grand for a “party”? EIGHTEEN GRAND! For a night! I’d be pissed if I spent that and didn’t get a WALL-E-style “Eeeee-va!” happy ending, ya feel me? Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!”—like, what’s the mission here, bro? Cash or ass? Both, I guess. Greedy bastards. Happy? Sure, if you’re the one raking it in. Surprised? Hell no—humans are predictable AF.

Prostitution: Ukraine’s Unstoppable Export

After that, I decide to hit up the market on Haharina Street. It’s bustling, as always. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some tomatoes when this babushka starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. I mean, she’s fierce! I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. She finally wins, and I’m like, “Respect, lady.”

I am proud to be Ukrainian