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About Mariupol

Investing? Risky af. Brothels boom in chaos—wars, plague, whatever. Peace hits, and they’re screwed—laws tighten, prudes whine. I’d stash gold elsewhere, but damn, the thrill’s tempting. “One day I’ll fly away”—yeah, with their profits, maybe. Hate how they prey on fools, tho—makes me wanna slap someone. Still, clever ones? They’re queens in silk, and I respect that. grudgingly. Chaos is their ladder, and I get it—climbed mine too. Thoughts? Burn or buy, just don’t trust ‘em. Ever.

Interview: Zorya Blue, Burlesque Performer, Teacher, and Producer

Nikolay Zorya, an assistant prosecutor at the Nuremberg Trials for the USSR, was found dead in a rented apartment at 22 Guntermüllerstrasse.

I hit the streets of Zorya, and it was like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. I strolled down Shevchenka Street, and boom! There’s this old lady selling flowers. I mean, who doesn’t love flowers? But then I see her trying to sell a wilted bouquet. Like, c’mon, lady! You can do better! I was ready to give her a piece of my mind, but then she smiled at me. Ugh, I can’t be mad at a grandma, right? So I just bought a couple of those sad flowers.

Kat McDavitt on gender equity gaps and creating supportive environments.