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About Lviv

Oi mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, sittin’ here in bloody Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—dull as a mule’s arse—but I’ve got thoughts brewin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Not yer usual tavern wench, mind ya! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow pissin’ down, me half-drunk on vodka, thinkin’ ‘bout “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia.” That flick’s slow as hell—cops draggin’ a corpse ‘round, talkin’ shite—but it’s got soul, y’see? “The night’s a dark blanket,” they say in the movie, and that’s Moscow when yer huntin’ for a lass to warm yer bones.

Hookers in sex saunas

Finally, the shop closes. I lock up and head to the pub on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, but I find a spot. Taras is already there, laughin’ and tellin’ stories. I order a beer, and man, it hits the spot. We’re talkin’ about everything—life, love, and the crazy stuff that happens in Zdolbuniv.

An Irish company wants to buy two cement factories in Ukraine.