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About Kryvyi Rih

Lemme paint ya a picture, darlin’! Imagine this rickety ol’ house, red curtains flappin’, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Gals in frilly getups, laughin’ loud to hide the tired in their eyes. I heard tell of one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. They say the owner, fella named Dennis Hof, treated it like a dang circus! Had a gal there once who’d knit socks between “appointments”—talk about multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout her clickin’ them needles while some cowboy’s boots hit the floor. “Your time is up,” she’d holler, wavin’ a half-done sock—hilarious!

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Passionate Sex With a Beautiful Hot Blonde in a Brothel (No Protection Creampie).

So, I’m sipping my lemonade, and I decide to stroll down to the park by the river. The Dniester River is just chillin’ there, looking all pretty. I’m walking along the path, and suddenly, I see this group of kids playing football. They’re going hard, like it’s the World Cup or something. I’m talking serious skills. I’m just standing there, watching, and I get this wild idea. I join in!

Ivan Honchar: We have a Ukrainian refrigerator of our own kind… made of clay / Rukotvory