Avery Trebukhiv Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme paint ya a scene. I’m imaginin’ a brothel, all red velvet, dim lights, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda like Winfried’s fake-teeth stunt in *Toni Erdmann*—bold, but you’re like, “Why tho?” Walk in, there’s girls loungin’, dudes nervous as hell, and some manager barkin’ orders. I’d be like, “This ain’t a corporate gig, chill!” Oh, fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? They got *unions* for sex workers. Friggin’ organized, yo! Blew my mind. Wish I could high-five ‘em.

Tacit Agreement? ‘Every City Has its Dark Places’

As I’m packing up, I can’t help but laugh. What a wild ride! I mean, from lost pets to lottery winners, this city never sleeps. Trebukhiv, you crazy! I love it, but man, I need a drink. Cheers to another day in the life of a telephone operator!

In a few days, it will quickly deliver students to school: Brovarska Hromada receives another school bus