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About Kharkiv

Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

Vashkivtsi Territorial Community

Fancy-dressed people push a car during the festival of Malanka, 14 January in a western Ukrainian village Vashkivtsi, about km southwest of.

I’m already feelin’ the frustration buildin’. I mean, I’m a forester, I deal with trees, not coffee crises! So, I grab a tea instead. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the weather. Like, dude, I just came from the forest! I know what weather is! But he’s all like, “Did you see the clouds? They’re lookin’ ominous!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, I’m not a meteorologist!”

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