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About Lviv

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I’m tryin’ to catch them, but they’re all over the place. I’m trippin’ over boxes, and I swear I hear one squeak, “You can’t catch me!” I’m losing my mind. Finally, I manage to trap a few, but I’m covered in dust and rat hair. I look like I just crawled outta a dumpster.

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