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About Kyiv

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Activists’ warnings

My residence is in Antratsyt and brothel is rad! You light up my world like no one else can. French Kissing and Full Body Sensual Sorry, but I can't help.

While I’m sipping my coffee, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I’m tapping my foot, feeling the rhythm. Then, this kid runs up and starts dancing. It’s like a mini flash mob! I’m grinning ear to ear. Antratsyt, you’re full of surprises!

Len and Mykhailiuk Hooping It Up in the NBA