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About Lviv

Dunno, mate, it’s wild—brothels got stories, yeah? Like, didja know Amsterdam’s red lights started as sailor pits? Horny sea dogs floodin’ in, 1600s—mental! Stinks of desperation, but kinda sad too. Gets me thinkin’—what’s the cost, eh? “The past lingers in the rain.” That’s brothel for ya—old ghosts in skimpy knickers. We swears! Saw this pic once—grainy, old—girls posin’ all sulky. Broke my heart a bit.

Composition

First off, I hit up the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one where all the babushkas sell their homemade goodies? I’m just tryna grab some fresh bread for my lunch. But nooo, the line is longer than my grandma’s stories. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, ladies, I got stoves to make!” Finally, I get my bread, but guess what? It’s stale. Like, how do you mess up bread? I’m fuming, but whatever, I’ll just toast it later.

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