Evelyn Bakhmut Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothels—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, insurance agent by day, thinkin’ bout these joints. Everybody lies, right? Owners swear it’s all legit—ha! Like I’d buy that crap. Place reeks of desperation, cheap perfume, and broken dreams. Reminds me of *Moonrise Kingdom*—y’know, my fave flick. That scene where Sam says, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about”? That’s me, yellin’ at these shady brothel runners. They’re all, “It’s just business!” Sure, buddy, and I’m the Queen of England.

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As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I mean, it’s Bakhmut! You never know what’s gonna happen next. I decide to grab a bite at this little joint on Vulytsia Haharina. Best borscht in town, no cap. I sit down, and the waiter spills soup all over my lap. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the spills today?” He just grins and says, “It’s a Bakhmut thing.”

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