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About Kryvyi Rih

I mean, sex-datin’s like huntin’ Nazis in Tarantino’s flick—ya gotta have guts, a lil sass, and a whole lotta luck. Back in my day, we’d bat our lashes at the jukebox joint, but now? Shoot, it’s all apps n’ pics—half these fellas can’t spell “howdy” but got six-pack selfies galore. Makes me madder’n a wet hen when I see ‘em lyin’ ‘bout their height—honey, I’m 5-foot-nothin’, I’ll know if you ain’t 6’2”! But oh, when it works? Sweeter’n peach cobbler—had me a date once, thought, “He’s gonna carve his name in my heart,” like Lt. Aldo Raine with them swastikas.

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But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my flower right outta my hand! I was like, “Are you serious, dude?!” I mean, come on! I was ready to unleash my inner Maiko fury. But then I saw his face—he looked so guilty. I couldn’t stay mad. Kids, man.

Meet the Colchester photographer making a documentary about his trip to Ukraine