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About Donetsk

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—brothels, huh? Been around forever, oldest gig in the book. I’m talkin’ ancient Rome, Greece, even freakin’ Babylon—guys payin’ for a quick tumble. Everybody lies, right? They say it’s about “loneliness” or “needs”—bullcrap. It’s horny dudes with cash, period. Kinda like me with a Vicodin stash, but stickier. Makes me laugh, tho—society actin’ all shocked, clutchin’ pearls, when half the “upstandin’ citizens” are sneakin’ in the back door. Hypocrisy’s a helluva drug.

The City of Kupiansk

Ireland's defence minister resigned from his post yesterday after falsely accusing a political rival, Sinn Féin's Maurice Quinlivan of running a brothel.

So, we decide to grab a drink at this little café on Lermontova Street. It’s cozy, and the coffee is bomb. We’re sitting there, just shooting the breeze, when suddenly the power goes out. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But Oleg, being the jokester he is, starts making shadow puppets on the wall. I can’t help but crack up. Who knew a blackout could be so entertaining?

Russians strike Kupiansk in Kharkiv Oblast with guided aerial bombs: 7 injured, over 50 houses destroyed – photos