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About Odesa

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—prostitutes, man, they’re wild! I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, yeah, and I’ve seen some stuff. My fave flick, “Son of Saul,” it’s dark, intense—like, whoa. This one time, I met a chick, right, a pro, working the streets, and I’m thinkin’, “This is bloody heavy!” She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, and I’m like, “Yeah, baby, respect!”

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On the eve of the revolutionary year , the number of women in Russia who traded sex for money was countless. In pre-revolutionary society, paying a visit to a prostitute was not .

After that tech disaster, I decide to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Vysokyi. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a double espresso, and the barista, this cool dude named Oleg, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s hard to stay mad when you’re in Romankivtsi, I guess.