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About Mariupol

I seen a gal once—ooh, down in Nashville, years back—standin’ on a corner, heels higher than my beehive! She had this spark, y’know, like she coulda been somethin’ else, maybe a singer like me, but life dealt her a busted hand. Made me mad as a wet hen—why’s the world gotta be so dang hard on some? Ain’t fair! I wanted to holler, “Honey, you’re worth more’n that!” But who am I, just a rhinestone cowgirl with a guitar?

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I would say having sex with a prostitute was a much better deal, much cheaper than going out on a date, taking a girl out for dinner, buying her presents – all with the risk of ending up hurt.

Now I’m muddy, my phone’s toast, and I’m still not done with my day. I head over to the market on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska to grab some lunch. I’m starving! I get a borscht and some bread, and while I’m eating, I overhear this couple arguing about...wait for it...the best way to grow cucumbers. I mean, really? You’re fighting over cucumbers?

10 ambulance crews will be on duty at Odesa cemeteries on memorial days