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About Kryvyi Rih

So, whores – man, they’re the real hustlers, right? Greed’s their fuel, just like mine. Cash flowin’, deals in the dark – love that hustle! Reminds me of this chick, mid-1800s, Paris – La Païva, they called her. Started as a nobody, slept her way up, ended up ownin’ a damn mansion. Ballsy as hell! Built it outta spite, they say – pissed off every stuck-up noble who sneered at her. That’s the spirit! Greed is good, baby – she knew it, I know it.

Olesia Pasichniak

Writer, cultural historian, founder of The Sága Project: An International Women's Journalism and Oral History Collective. The old world order has been destroyed. A new European security .

Grab my guitar, head out. I’m feeling all artsy, you know? Gonna hit up the park by the Dnipro River. It’s a vibe there, especially when the sun’s shining. But first, I need coffee. Like, life juice, ya know? So I swing by this little café on Haharina Street. The barista, she’s cool, but she’s got this weird obsession with cats. I mean, who doesn’t love cats? But she’s got cat stickers everywhere. I’m like, “Lady, chill. It’s just coffee.”

In Dnipro, Pushkin Avenue was renamed in honor of Lesya Ukrainka