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About Mykolaiv

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout brothels like I’m sittin’ you down for a real chat. Picture this: dusty streets, neon lights flickerin’, and a joint so old it’s got stories carved in the walls. Brothels, man, they ain’t just sex spots—they’re like time capsules, holdin’ secrets nobody dares whisper. I seen one in Nevada once, legal as hell, called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, still kickin’. Girls there got names like Candy and Starr, struttin’ like they own the damn world. Made me happy, y’know? That kinda grit, that hustle—it’s raw, real.

Local Intel

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Dniprovske, right? The sun’s blaring through my window on Vulytsia Shchorsa. I’m like, “Ugh, another day of crunching numbers.” But today? Today was a whole different ball game.

Fig. 1. The location of the Dnipro Reservoirs on the maps of Europe and...