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About Odesa

Oi, fam, check it—me’s a car instructor, innit, but I’s got mad thoughts ‘bout prostitutes, ya get me? Been watchin’ *The Act of Killing*—me fave flick, bruv—Joshua Oppenheimer smashed it in 2012. That film’s bare dark, all ‘bout gangsters braggin’ ‘bout murda, and it got me thinkin’ ‘bout a prossie I met once, yeah? Real talk, she was proper peng but deep, like them killers in the movie sayin’, “I’m a winner, I’m a winner!” She weren’t no loser, fam, she owned them streets.

Settlements

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I order my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. I’m all set to enjoy my morning when BAM! This cat just jumps on my table. Like, excuse me, Mr. Whiskers, I didn’t order a side of feline! I’m trying to sip my coffee, and this little furball is eyeing my croissant like it’s a Michelin star dish. I shoo it away, but it just stares at me like I’m the villain in a cat movie.

Prayer for the Repose of His Beatitude Sviatoslav’s Father on the First Anniversary of His Passing in Stryi