Charlotte Bunhe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my favorite shirt. Great start, huh? I’m dashing down Vulytsia Haharina, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Bunhe’s streets are like a minefield. You gotta watch your step or you’ll end up in a crater.

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