Mari Khorol Brothel ❤️❤️

About Lviv

Hmm… oh geez, a brothel? Alright, hun, listen up! I’m Marge Simpson, nasal as heck, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on this. Brothels, huh? Kinda wild, right? Like, I’m picturin’ a place full of shady deals and naughty giggles. Reminds me of that crazy flick, *The Wolf of Wall Street*. You know, my fave! “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—that’s probs what the gals there say when the cops roll up, ha!

Active brothels

Anyway, I keep walking, and I hit the park near the river. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinking, “Wow, Khorol can be pretty nice.” But then, outta nowhere, a group of kids starts playing football. They’re yelling, laughing, and I’m just standing there, enjoying the vibe. But then, WHAM! A ball comes flying at me! I duck just in time. Phew!

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