Aria Irshava Whore ❤️

About Lviv

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that Southern boy with a drawl, and I’m a dental technician sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout—whore. Yeah, whore! Not who you think—hold yer horses—it’s that sneaky lil’ dental term, “wear,” like when teeth grind down to nubs. How’s that workin’ for ya? Lemme tell ya, it ain’t pretty! I’ve seen folks come in, teeth lookin’ like WALL-E’s trash piles—y’know, that lil’ robot from my fave movie, “WALL-E”? “Directive!” he’d say, chuggin’ along, but these teeth? No directive, just chaos!

Where is Irshava located?

After that, I hit up the market on Shevchenka Street. It’s always buzzing with people. I’m browsing through some fresh veggies when this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. Apparently, he sold her rotten tomatoes. I mean, who does that? She was going off, waving her hands like she was conducting an orchestra. I was half-expecting her to throw a tomato at him!

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