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About Kharkiv

Little known fact – back in the ‘20s, these joints had secret tunnels. Prohibition shit, cops couldn’t catch ‘em! Imagine that, tunnels fulla booze and broads. Fuckin’ wild. I’m sittin’ there once, this chick – blonde, legs for days – she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her “pianist hands.” I’m like, “What, you play Chopin or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “No, Tone, I play *you*.” Ha! Fuckin’ smartass. Got me good. “The Pianist” line stuck, though – “In this place, I’m safe.” She said it jokingly, but it hit me. These girls, they run the show, y’know? Dudes think they’re in charge, but nah, it’s their world.

‘All the Buildings on our Street were Destroyed’, Rubizhne resident

After the protest, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, confused. I decide to walk it off. I stroll down to the riverbank. The view is stunning. The Siverskyi Donets River is glistening, and I can finally breathe.

Ukraine families at mercy of Russian troops in a town’s bombed cultural palace