Claire Fastiv Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

Favorite part? The hustle. These chicks, they smart—playin’ dudes like fiddles, stackin’ paper. One time, heard ‘bout this madam in Nevada, ran her spot like a fuckin’ empire—taxes paid, health checks, legit as Walmart! Blew my mind, motherfucker! But the stench? Hell naw—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a dead fish on that island in *The Return*.

Brothel of Darkness

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under a bus stop. And guess who’s there? My old buddy, Oleg. We haven’t seen each other in ages. He’s got this ridiculous poncho on, looking like a walking trash bag. We start cracking jokes about it, and for a moment, I forget I’m drenched.

Fastiv and Sumy patrol boats placed in commission with the Ukrainian Navy -