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About Kryvyi Rih

What gets me blood boilin’? Them pompous gents judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when they’re the ones sneakin’ round her skirts at dusk! Hypocrites, the lot—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em. But she? She’s got guts, mate. Happy as a clam, me, watchin’ her outsmart ‘em. Once saw her nick a gold chain off a drunkard mid-tumble—smooth as rum down me gullet. Surprised me, aye, how she danced through life like it’s a jig.

Local Intel

So, I sneak out during lunch. I’m sprinting down the street, and I see this crowd gathered. People are laughing, taking pics. I get there, and sure enough, there’s this fluffy orange cat, just chilling on the roof like it owns the place. I’m cracking up.

In central Ukraine, a city’s future is overshadowed by a radioactive neighbour