Fatima Hornostayivka Brothel ❤️❤️

About Lviv

Me fave bit? The chatter! Girls yappin’, blokes braggin’ – “I’m not a child!” one yells, like Margaret, all fierce. Reminds me, yesss, of me butcher’s block – everyone’s got a story, even the meat. Brothels, they’re loud, messy, alive – not like them dull, posh films. Makes me wanna dance, swing me cleaver, shout, “Precious, precious night!” Next time, mate, I’ll drag ya – you’ll see!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Oleg bursts in. He’s all smiles, like he just won the lottery. “Dude, you won’t believe this!” I’m like, “What now?” He tells me about this new café on Kostiantynivska Street. Apparently, they have the best borscht in town. I’m thinking, “Great, I’ll just add that to my to-do list after I survive this day.”

Oleksandr Slisarenko