Rebecca Berezhany Brothel ❤️❤️

About Dnipro

So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—means “wolf den,” how badass is that? Little known fact: them workers painted dirty pics on walls to advertise—early Yelp reviews, ha! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, damn, these folks hustled hard, no billionaires hoardin’ cash back then—just grit, sweat, and survival! Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ regular people makin’ it work. But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause today? Greedy fat cats exploit ‘em, rakin’ in profits while workers get scraps! Billionaires should not exist!

Visit the Brothel Where Franz Kafka and Bismarck Used to Go

As the sun starts to set, the sky turns this crazy orange color. It’s stunning. I’m sitting on the bank, soaking it all in, and I can’t help but think about how lucky I am to live in a place like Berezhany. The history, the beauty, the people. Even the crazy tourists.

Celebrating Museum Night in Ukraine