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About Kharkiv

Lemme tell ya, I rolled up to this one spot—shady as hell, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Girls lined up, smilin’ fake smiles, like they’re tryna sell ya a used car. “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” I mutter, wishin’ I had a drink to cope. This one chick, right, she’s got a tattoo of a dragon—swear it moved when she walked! Little known fact: back in the day, some brothels had secret tunnels. Owners’d sneak VIPs in—politicians, gangsters, the works. Found that in some crusty old book—blew my damn mind.

Items from Russia

Kirillo-Belozersky Monastery, founded in brothel, archaeological area of. ITAAW brothel, archaeological area of. ITAAW. Sexual scene.

I get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Blood everywhere! Just kidding, but you know what I mean. I’m slicin’ and dicin’, and then boom! My buddy Vasya strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a girlfriend?” He laughs, but nah, he tells me about this crazy storm that hit the market on Kirova Street. Like, trees down, stalls flipped over. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need!”