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D’oh! Alright, listen up, pal, let’s talk whores! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Only Lovers Left Alive,” my fave flick, ya know? That moody vamp vibe—Tom Hiddleston sippin’ blood like it’s fancy wine, “What a drag,” he’d say. Whores, man, they’re like that—mysterious, livin’ forever in stories. Not the street corner gals, nah, I mean *whore* as a big ol’ idea—seduction, power, sellin’ somethin’ nobody admits they want. D’oh! Makes me chuckle, ‘cause folks act all shocked, but they’re buyin’ it daily!

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O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls down and a.

Man, what a day! Lviv, you wild city! I woke up, and the sun was shining like it was trying to show off. I mean, come on, it’s Lviv! You can’t just wake up and expect sunshine every day. I grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Virmenska Street. You know the one? The one with the crazy barista who thinks he’s a rockstar. He’s always got some wild hairdo.

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