Katherine Nova Odesa Brothel ❤️

About Mariupol

Oi mate, brothel, yeah? Wot a place! Me, stumbling in, all clumsy like—oops!—trippin over me own feet, ha! Them ladies, all dolled up, gigglin at me—bloody hell, I’m red as a tomato! “Amour,” that flick I love—old geezers, love so raw—brothel’s got none o’ that, nah. Just quick fumbles, cash on table, wham bam! I’m mumbling, “Hullo, erm, wot’s this then?”—they laugh more, cheeky sods.

Demographics

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, kinda old-school, but hey, someone’s gotta keep the fur game alive. Anyway, I woke up in Nova-Odesa, and let me tell ya, this city is a wild mix of charm and chaos.

At night, Russians bombed a kindergarten in Odesa region, where a shelter was opened only in December