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About Zaporizhzhia

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

Legislation

So I’m cruisin’ along, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his old Lada right in the middle of the road. I mean, c’mon! It’s Bashtanka, not a demolition derby! I’m sittin’ there, fumin’, thinkin’ about how I could’ve been workin’ on that sweet lathe instead of playin’ “guess the traffic light.”

In Mykolaiv region, 31 settlements were flooded, two people died, - RMA