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About Kryvyi Rih

Me old man once told me—swears he did!—bout this prossie in Soho, right, who’d nick yer watch while smilin’. Little known fact, that! She’d hum some tune, distract ya, then bam—gone! Whore’s a thief of time, soul, everythin’. Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ how it tricks ya—happy one sec, skint the next. “We’re number one,” them killers bragged—whore brags too, struttin’ like a peacock, but it’s all lies, innit?

volume 28, no.

After that, I head back to the shop. I’m in the zone, sewing away, when my buddy Oleg pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “You won’t believe what happened on Vulytsia Haharina!” Apparently, he saw a cat chase a squirrel up a tree. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my scissors.

Stress-free daily commute with Uber Shuttle