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About Kryvyi Rih

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

Background

尼古拉耶夫[1] （烏克蘭語： Миколаїв， 羅馬化：Mykolaiv， 發音： [mɪkoˈlɑjiu̯] （ⓘ）；俄語： Николаев， 羅馬化：Nikolayev），或按烏克蘭語名譯 米科拉伊夫[2] 、 梅科萊夫[3][4][5] 、 .

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinking about the day. Mykolayiv, you’re a wild ride. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you trip over a sidewalk, laugh at a skateboard fail, and eat the best borscht all in one day?

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