Anastasia Zhashkiv Prostitute ❤️

About Lviv

So, prostitutes—man, they’re a trip. Been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book, no kiddin. Back in Rome, they had these brothels, called lupanars—fancy word, huh?—an the girls painted their lips red to show they’re “open for biz.” Little fact for ya, Clarice, betcha didn’t know that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout how they’d strut, all bold an brassy, like groupies waitin backstage in *Almost Famous*. “You’re too sweet for rock n roll,” someone’d say, but these gals? Too tough for sweet!

Domestic prostitution

I get to the prison, and boom! There’s a riot. Like, seriously? Who starts a riot on a Tuesday? I mean, c’mon! I rush in, heart racin’. The inmates are all riled up, shoutin’ about their rights or some nonsense. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in prison! Your rights are kinda limited!” But they don’t care. They’re throwin’ stuff, and I’m dodgin’ like I’m in some action movie.

Comme il faut and Cornet Obolensky can eventually be evacuated from Ukraine