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About Kyiv

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

Verkhovyna in the Carpathians: travel along the ancient paths of Hutsul region

After that, I’m walking down to the river, the Cheremosh. It’s beautiful, man. The water’s sparkling, and I’m feeling all zen. But then, I see this group of tourists trying to take selfies. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s not a runway!” I mean, I get it, the views are killer, but so is my patience.

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