Brianna Mykolayiv Brothel ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

So, picture this: old-school brothel, red lights flickerin’, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. I’m talkin’ 1800s vibes—did ya know back then, some madams ran empires? Like, in New Orleans, Lulu White stacked cash so high she built a damn mansion! Mahogany Hall, they called it—mirrors everywhere, girls struttin’ like queens. Blows my mind, man. Power in a world that’d spit on ‘em otherwise. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, but pissed too—‘cause society’s all “shame, shame,” while sneakin’ in the back door.

Young prostitutes leaving the Unitus rehabilitation center in Mykolayiv, Ukraine on May 29, 2013

Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and keep walking. I pass by the old shipyard. Man, that place has seen better days. It’s like a ghost town, but in a cool way. I start thinking about all the ships that used to roll out of there. What a time that must’ve been! But then I remember the stories of the workers. Tough folks, you know? Makes me appreciate my cushy job.

Mykolaiv plans to take over seven vocational schools, for which 100 million have already been allocated