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About Odesa

Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and wild, and I’ve got thots—thoughts—on this brothel bizness. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Picture this: a dimly lit joint, all smoky and mysterious, like somethin’ outta “A Serious Man”—you know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. “What’s it all about?” I mutter, watchin’ folks stumble in, lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t name. Brothels, man, they’re old as dirt—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanars, they called ‘em, with freaky wall art showin’ the “menu.” Wild, right?

Local Intel

So, I’m heading to a meeting at this café on Pushkina Street. It’s called “Coffee & Dreams” or something cheesy like that. I walk in, and it’s packed. I spot my buddy, Sasha, waving like a maniac. He’s already three coffees deep and bouncing off the walls. “You won’t believe what happened!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I just got pooped on by a pigeon. What could be crazier?”

Russian Offensive Campaign Assessment, November 11, 2024