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About Lviv

Oi, my precious mate! I’m Gandalf, ya hear? Brothels, eh? Filthy places, they are! You shall not pass! Not without a good tale, anyway. I’ve seen some stuff, lemme tell ya—those shadowy dens, full of whispers and coin. Reminds me of “A Separation”—y’know, my fave flick. That line, “I’d rather she decide herself,” hits deep. People in brothels, they’re choosing too, right? Freedom’s messy, mate, real messy.

Cornucopia’s travel guide

First off, I hit the road on Vulytsia Shchorsa. Traffic was a mess. Like, come on, people! It’s not a demolition derby! I’m stuck behind this old Lada that’s moving slower than molasses. I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to keep my cool. But then, I see this guy on a bike zoom past. I’m like, “Dude, where’s your helmet?” But whatever, I’m not his mom.

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