Megan Mykolayiv Whore ❤️❤️

About Lviv

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and keep walking. I pass by the old shipyard. Man, that place has seen better days. It’s like a ghost town, but in a cool way. I start thinking about all the ships that used to roll out of there. What a time that must’ve been! But then I remember the stories of the workers. Tough folks, you know? Makes me appreciate my cushy job.

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