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About Kyiv

Speakin of—*Mulholland Drive*, my fave, y’all! That movie’s got this vibe, right? “Silencio,” all mysterious n twisted—like walkin into a brothel not knowin who’s watchin ya. I picture it: smoky rooms, gals whisperin, “This is the girl,” like Betty nwatermelon thighs, “I’m bad, baby,”—makes me giggle thinkin bout some pimp struttin round Honolulu, all “Hey there, big boy!”—so cheesy, I love it! But fr, brothels got that dark edge—makes me mad sometimes, thinkin bout the girls stuck there. Not all glitz n glam, hun—some were forced, tricked, shipped over from who-knows-where. Pisses me off, y’know? Exploitation ain’t cute.

200-year history of Sofiivka Park

Then I hit up the park. You know, the one with the big fountain? Yeah, that’s the one. It’s all pretty and stuff, but there’s this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or something. I’m just trying to enjoy the view, and suddenly, WHAM! The ball comes flying at me. I duck just in time. Phew! Close call.

Russians damage infrastructure facility in Uman – photo