Penelope Horlivka Brothel ❤️

About Mykolaiv

Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But brothels, they’re loud, quiet, alive, dead—all at once. “Time just goes,” like in “Boyhood”—slips away, and them girls, trapped in it. Gets me sad, then raging—wish I could smash somethin’. My precious, if I ran one, I’d burn it down, dance in the ashes—hah! What a sight, eh? Tell me, mate, you ever peek in one? Spill it!

Brothels in Manila

As the day rolls on, I head over to the market on Pionerska. It’s bustling, as usual. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, ‘cause ya know, gotta stay healthy. But then, I spot this guy sellin’ homemade pierogi. I can’t resist! I buy a plate, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Russians plan to forcibly deport residents from occupied Horlivka in Donetsk Oblast to Russia