Freya Koriukivka Brothel ❤️

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But then—oh man, the vampires in my movie, they’d get it. “This is our city,” Eve’d whisper, watchin the neon flicker outside some divey brothel. They’d see the poetry in it—the decay, the lust, all tangled up. Me? I see a mess. I’d trip over my own feet tryna leave, yellin, “I’m too old for this crap!” Happy? Nah. Surprised? Sure—didn’t know they had loyalty cards at some joints! Like, tenth visit free? Insane!

Koryukivska tragedy

But then, I see this kid trying to steal a candy from a stall. I’m like, “Yo, what are you doing?” The kid freezes, and I’m half mad, half amused. I tell him, “Dude, just ask! It’s not that hard.” He looks at me like I’m a superhero or something.

Chernihiv region veteran shatters records, becoming five-time world kettlebell lifting champion