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Hmmm, a nose I am, sniffin’ out truths! Prostitutes, man, they’re like - galaxy’s oldest gig. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw this chick once, workin’ the corner, all grit. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, y’know? “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d hum, prob’ly - life’s a damn loop. Got me thinkin’, whores got stories, dark ones. Like, did ya know - ancient Rome, they wore wigs? Blond ones, screamin’ “I’m for sale!” Wild, right?

Seize of Berezivka by Russia

«The population of Berezivka was extremely anxious at the rumor of the total extermination of Jews. One of the scruffles between the tradeswomen at the market turned into a fight. The .

When I get there, it’s a full-on art show! Like, who knew? Local artists turned the place into a gallery. I’m walking around, and there’s this massive mural of a cat wearing sunglasses. I can’t even! I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my coffee. Then I see Vasyl, and he’s chatting up this artist who’s painting a giant sunflower. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna need a bigger canvas!”

In Odesa region, a mother was detained on suspicion of the death of her one-year-old son: details of the tragedy