Isabella Verkhniy Rohachyk Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

Fun fact—didja know pirates ran brothels on ships? Floatin’ pussy palaces, arrgh! Imagine that chaos, rum and “lady marmalade” all night. I’d harvest that deck in a heartbeat, screamin’ “it’s showtime!” while dodgin’ cannonballs. Total madness, I’m tellin’ ya! If I’m dreamin’ big, I’d say brothels got soul—gritty, raw, like Satine beltin’ her heart out. Love or hate ‘em, they’re real, messy, human. Whatchu think, pal? Ain’t that a trip?

Donc, vous souhaitez ...

I duck into a little shop on the corner of Haharina and Shevchenka. It’s one of those places that sells everything. I grab a cheap umbrella, and the lady at the counter is super nice. She’s like, “You look like you need this!” I’m like, “You have no idea!”

Russian army’s arm patches should say «killers of children and marauders»