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About Kyiv

Her life’s a riddle, like in the movie— “Accept the mystery,” they say. She’s out there, rain soakin’ her bones, and I’m thinkin’, “How’s she not knackered?” Prostitute’s a grind, mate—did ya know some o’ ‘em in history, like in Victorian times, kept coded diaries? Scribbled who they shagged in secret symbols—mental, right? She prob’ly don’t, but I imagine her with one, hidin’ it from the pimps. Makes me laugh, picturin’ her scribblin’ away, dodgin’ the law, “You shall not pass!” to the nosy sods.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

The document discusses the frequent depiction of antelopes on artifacts from the ancient Near East and Indus Valley civilizations.

So, I pack up and decide to stroll down to the market on Haharina Street. I’m thinking, “Maybe some fresh produce will calm me down.” I get there, and it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and cucumbers. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I grab some apples and a loaf of bread.

Russia-Ukraine war: List of key events, day 1,051