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About Odesa

So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard bout a prossie in old London, 1800s, called “The Nightingale.” Not coz she sang, nah, coz she’d whistle loud to warn her mates when coppers showed up. Clever gal, right? Saved skins, kept the cash flowin’. Makes me chuckle—imagine her, skirts hiked, whistlin’ like a bloody bird! “We’re alive, Szpilman!” she’d yell, if she’d seen the movie, y’know?

Domestic prostitution

Man, what a day! I woke up in Verkhnodniprovsk, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Komsomolska, and it was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking like they were in a race. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a Formula 1 track, folks!

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