Luna Horodnia Brothel ❤️❤️

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This one time, mate told me bout a brothel with a secret tunnel—used it fer smugglin booze in Prohibition. How cool’s that? Sneaky bastards! I’m like, “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” picturin em dodgin cops, skirts hiked up. Total anarchy, luv it! But damn, the smell—sweat, cheap perfume—gag me with an axe! Reckon it’s a messy life, cash for flesh, no masks like Batman, just raw deals.

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But then, I notice a group of teenagers nearby. They’re blasting music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t help but chuckle. “What are they, a flash mob?” I think. One of them trips and falls, and I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my bread.

Russians confiscating and destroying Ukrainian literature and history textbooks