Leah Makariv Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, it’s risky as hell. Workers get screwed sometimes—no pun intended—payments late, no protection. Pisses me off! These folks deserve better than Brothel’s half-assed system. “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—and Brothel’s teeterin’ on villain status, no cap. They could legitimize it, make it safer, but nah, they’re greedy. Typical corpo trash.

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Streets of shattered houses and twisted, burnt-out cars; a desolate landscape of rubble, broken glass and acrid black smoke rising from pools of flames. “Welcome to hell,” says the soldier at.

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old lady trying to cross the road at the intersection of Hrushevskoho. She’s moving slower than molasses, and cars are honking like crazy. I rush over, thinking, “I gotta save her!” I grab her arm, and she looks at me like I’m a superhero or something. I’m like, “No biggie, just doing my part.” But inside, I’m freaking out. What if I trip and we both go down?

Russian troops hit Makariv bread factory, killing 13