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About Kryvyi Rih

What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

Undisclosed Innercity Brothel

Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

I finally make it to the fruit stand. I grab some apples, and the vendor starts telling me about how they’re the best in Ukraine. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, whatever you say.” But then I bite into one, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m suddenly a fruit fanatic. Who knew Khotyn had such good apples?

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