Lila Holovanivsk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Dunno, mate, brothels are grim but… alive, y’know? Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – but there’s grit there. Makes me think, “I’ve got my own problems,” like Royal says, dodgin’ his daft schemes. Ever been? Nah, don’t answer that! *Carpe diem*, seize the day, but maybe not there, eh? Reckon I’d rather watch Wes Anderson than step in that muck – but blimey, what a yarn!

Place:Holovanivsk

Now I’m stressed. I start pacing around like a caged lion. I can’t focus. I’m thinkin’ about all the bets I’ve taken. What if they all lose? What if I’m the one who jinxed it? I need a breather. So, I step outside, and guess what? It starts rainin’. Just my luck, right? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, and I can’t help but laugh. “This is my life,” I think.

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