Ivy Mohyliv Podilskyy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah—your girl! I’m a musician now, strummin’ my truth, and lemme tell ya bout BROTHEL! Not that kinda brothel, nah, I mean that gritty, raw vibe—like life twistin’ backwards, ya know? Like in my fave flick, *Memento*—“How can I heal if I can’t feel time?” That’s brothel to me, a beat droppin’ heavy, no rewind!

Chapters in this book

Mohyliv and arrived in Kiev. The represen tative of the French Military Podilskyi set work in progress there, above all on research questions of.

I was on my way to meet some pals at the local café, you know, the one on Hrushevskoho. It’s got the best coffee. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Liquid gold. Anyway, I’m walking, and I see this old guy selling flowers. He’s got the biggest smile, like he’s just won the lottery. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re selling flowers, not winning life.” But hey, he’s vibing, so who am I to judge?

New camp for prisoners of war to be opened in Ukraine