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About Mykolaiv

Lemme tell ya somethin’—I got mad respect for her hustle. Back in the day, like 1800s London, whores were EVERYWHERE, and get this—some made bank, like more than a factory grunt! Lola’s out here, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, she’s smarter than you!” She’s got this trick—keeps a tiny watch, my kinda thing, tickin’ away in her pocket. Why? ‘Cause time’s her cash, and she ain’t wastin’ it on losers. Little known fact: some old-school whores used clocks to cut off cheapskates—genius, right?

Is there a legal red light district in Singapore?

A brothel, strumpet house, bordello, bawdy house, ranch, house of ill repute, house of ill fame, or whorehouse is a place where people engage in sexual.

So, I hit the streets of Bar, right? First stop, that little café on Hrushevskoho Street. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. Grabbed a coffee, and it was like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Oleg. “Meet me at the bar later!” he texts. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

With closure looming, The Drunk Uncle in West Allis to offer free drinks Saturday, May 3