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About Donetsk

So, this one time—heard ‘bout a hooker in Rio, real story, swear! She’d stash cash in her bra, sneaky lil’ minx, ‘cause her pimp’d beat her silly otherwise. Smart, yeah? Cosmic brain move! Made me happy—girl’s outsmartin’ the system. But then—bam!—pimp finds out, breaks her nose. Pissed me off, man! How’s she s’posed to breathe, y’know? Hawking’s voice in my head screamin’—injustice in the universe!

Незвичайна атмосфера в Знам'янці

Znamyanka is a 2,5 hour train ride from Kyiv in the dead center of the Ukraine. It is a tiny village, probably the most depressed place I have ever seen – a perfect hideaway for an orphanage .

Then, we hit a red light at the intersection by the market. You know, the one that’s always packed? Oksana’s revving the engine like she’s about to take off. I’m like, “Chill, it’s not a drag race!” But she’s grinning like a kid in a candy store.

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