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About Mariupol

What gets me goat? She’s a cheeky cow—winked at me once, I near spat me pint! Surprised me, that did, thought I was too old for her game. In me head I’m like, “Winston, you daft sod, she’d rob ya blind!” Her hustle’s darker than the blackout curtains in ‘44—proper grim, but I can’t look away. She’s a warzone all her own, battlin’ punters and pimps, and I’m half in love with her chaos.

ABOUT WAR AND SEX WORK WITH HANNA PRODANCHUK, CHERNIVTSI

Tchernivtsi ou Chernivtsi[4] (em ucraniano: Чернівці; em romeno: Cernăuți; em alemão: Czernowitz; em polonês/polaco: Czerniowce; em russo: Черновцы; Yiddish: טשערנאוויץ) é a .

So, I finally escape and head to my workshop on Hrushevskoho Street. I’m a cooper, ya know? Making barrels and stuff. It’s not glamorous, but it’s my jam. I get there, and my buddy Vasyl is already there, hammering away. He’s got this wild hair, looks like a mad scientist. We start chatting about the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Shevchenka Street. Everyone’s hyped. I’m like, “Great, another place to spend my money.”

Chernivtsi: A triumph of Yiddish and Jewish culture - UJE