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Once knew this chick, escort, swear she coulda been in *Basterds* – sharp as a chisel, eyes like a hawk. She’d say, "Everybody lies, House, even you," and I’d laugh, cos damn, she’s right. Told me bout a client who paid her to just sit there, silent, for 3 hours – creepiest shit ever. Surprised me, tho – thought it’d be all glitz and groans, not some weirdo starin contest. "That’s a bingo!" – weirdos everywhere.

«In 1917-1919, foreign missions of more than thirty countries operated in Ukrainian cities»

Collection of short stories written by twenty-one Ukrainian authors: Marko Vovchok, Ivan Franko, Olha Kobylianska, Mykhailo Kotsiubynsky.

So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Great. Just what I need. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that little spot on the corner of Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, please!”

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’