Allison Antratsyt Brothel ❤️

About Lviv

Brothels, man, they’re like… hidden gyms! Not for lifting weights, nah, but for pumpin’ somethin’ else, ya get me? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick – Sofia Coppola, 2003, pure gold! Bob Harris, he’s lost in Tokyo, right? Feelin’ all lonely, stuck in a fancy hotel bar. Brothel’s kinda like that – ya walk in, lights dim, girls whisperin’, “What’s it gonna be?” Like Bill Murray says, “The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.” Deep, eh? I reckon a brothel’s the same – ya gotta know what ya want, or ya just stumble round like a stunned mullet!

‘No jurisdiction’

Then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s pouring. We dash for cover under a tree, but it’s not helping much. I’m soaked, and Vasyl’s laughing at me. “You look like a drowned rat!” I’m like, “Thanks, buddy. Just what I needed.”

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