Sienna Borova Brothel ❤️

About Kyiv

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re like, these secret lil’ hubs, right? Been ‘round forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars! Wolf dens, how sexy is that? I’m picturin’ togas and steamy nights—ooh, gets me all flustered! But real talk, they’re shady too. Makes me mad, ‘cause some girls don’t choose it, ya know? Pisses me off—exploitation ain’t cute! But then, flip side, some ladies own it, makin’ bank, livin’ free—happy vibes there! Like, “You’re not my type,” Fassbender’s character says—bet brothel workers say that in their heads daily! *NANNY LAUGH* NAAAHAHA!

Commercial Sexuality: Commodification of Adult Leisure

In Pompton Lakes, N.J., earlier this week, Gino Borova stood in the driveway of his house — which was flooded by water from the Ramapo River. .

On my way back, I passed by the old church on the corner of Lvivska Street. It’s beautiful, but today it felt kinda eerie. The clouds were all dark and moody, and I swear I heard a crow cawing like it was auditioning for a horror movie. I hurried past, not wanting to get caught in any spooky vibes.

Russian troops are stepping up their offensive in Luhansk region. Their task is to make their way to the village of Borova