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About Mykolaiv

Ever think how wild it’d be, sneakin’ in one? “Lobby boy, fetch me a dame!” – nah, mate, self-service menu there. Groovy, baby! Some punter told me ‘bout a brothel in Paris, secret room behind a bookshelf. Felt like a spy flick – shagadelic and mysterious. Reckon I’d lose my cool, stammerin’ at the birds.

MADAM’S LODGE, A UNIQUE EXPERIENCE!

So, I hit the streets. First stop, the corner of Shevchenka and Kostiantynivska. There’s this little café, you know the one? The one with the best coffee in town. I swear, that barista, she’s a wizard. I ordered my usual, a cappuccino with extra foam. I was feelin’ fancy. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vova. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!”

A concert by the young Bulgarian violinist Zornitsa Ilarionova