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About Odesa

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

Saint Amphilochius of Pochaiv

First off, I hit the road down Shevchenka Street. You know, the one that’s always packed with babushkas selling their homemade pierogi? I swear, those ladies could sell ice to an Eskimo. Anyway, I’m cruising, thinking about grabbing some of those pierogi later, when BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his Lada right in the middle of the road. Classic Pochayiv move, right?

Filaret asks Yanukovych to prevent transfer of Kyiv Pechersk Lavra, Pochayiv Lavra to Moscow Patriarchate