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About Kryvyi Rih

I knew this one gal—swear it’s true—worked the truck stops near Memphis. Called her “Roxy,” hair teased up bigger’n mine, which is sayin’ somethin’! She’d laugh, sayin’ she could charm a snake outta its skin, and honey, she prob’ly did! Made me happy seein’ her sass, but lord, it broke my heart too—she was savin’ up for her kid’s schoolin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Folks call her trash, but she’s out there grindin’ like a saint in fishnets.

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Finally, I got home, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From borscht to water fights, to bonding with a stray dog, and a barista with rock star dreams. Verkhnodniprovsk, you crazy city, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

Yehor Yarmoliuk