Audrey Sakhnovshchyna Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

What gets me happy? The stories. Heard this yarn bout a Victorian brothel—lass hid a duke’s jewels (not those ones, ya perv) in her corset. Cunning bird! Surprised me, tho, how grim it gets—girls trapped, no way out. “The sky is heavy,” like in *Timbuktu*. Pisses me off, that. I’d infiltrate, bust it up, but I’m no saint—just a spy who loves a thrill.

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As you may have guessed, it turned out to be a brothel ad. The young provincial, who had no money to rent a house and a return ticket, was in despair. But the hostess of the .

Then, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The Sakhnovshchyna River, or whatever it’s called. It’s pretty chill, but today? Nah. There’s this group of kids blasting music. Like, come on, it’s 9 AM! I’m trying to enjoy nature, not a rave. I’m all for good vibes, but this was too much. I’m standing there, trying to meditate or something, and all I can think is, “Why can’t they just listen to some calm tunes?”

The colorful ‘train ladies’ of Ukraine