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About Kharkiv

This one time, saw a pimp—gold teeth, struttin’. Reminded me of Clive Owen, dodgin’ bullets, savin’ ass. “Keep moving, Kee!”—nah, keep payin’, playa! Made me mad—cash for flesh? Gross! But then, this chick—tatted, fierce—told me she chose it. Blew my mind! Freedom in chaos, huh? Still, shady vibes—some forced in, trafficked, dark as hell. “We’re all ghosts here,” like the movie says.

Explore the rich culture of Galician and Bukovinian Jewry

After that, I decide to stroll down to the park by the river. The Dniester River, you know? It’s beautiful there, especially in the morning light. I’m walking along the path, feeling all zen, when I spot this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I’m thinking, “Man, I used to be that good.” Then, outta nowhere, one of them kicks the ball straight at me! I barely dodge it. I mean, come on! I’m not a target practice!

Ukrainian students assemble robot stretchers for evacuation of soldiers at the front