Lucy Gresovskiy Brothel ❤️❤️

About Lviv

Sarcasm time: Oh, great, another “luxury” ride for the scrap heap! Totalled it in my mind ten times. Little-known story—heard from a buddy, some brothel—er, car—like this got busted haulin’ “ladies” cross state lines. Cops impounded it, engine still purrin’ like it didn’t care. Wild, right? Anyway, I patched it up—sorta. Runs like a drunk turtle now. “Live each day like it’s your last,” *Oldboy* says. This brothel’s livin’ alright—barely! Hi-ho, what a ride!

The history of brothels

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling a bit better. I mean, Gresovskiy is beautiful at dusk. The sky turns all these crazy colors. I pull out my phone to snap a pic, and guess what? My battery’s dead! Ugh! Just my luck, right?