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About Kharkiv

So, this one time, port o’ Tortuga – nasty place, brothel squattin’ by the docks like a drunk whale. I swagger in, coins jinglin’, thinkin’ I’m king o’ the seas. Lass named Ruby – red hair, eyes like storms – she’s runnin’ the show. Heard a yarn ‘bout her, mate – she once stabbed a pirate fer stealin’ her rum, not her virtue! Hah! Made me laugh ‘til me guts hurt. “A man’s soul is his own,” Haneke’d say, but Ruby? She owned souls, savvy?

Ukraine travel

After that, we decide to head back. I’m still grumpy about the fish. We walk down Shevchenka Street, and I spot this cute café. I’m like, “Let’s grab a coffee.” Oleg’s all for it. We sit outside, and I order this fancy latte. It’s like a work of art! I take a sip, and it’s heavenly. Suddenly, I’m not mad anymore.

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