Penelope Sakhnovshchyna Brothel ❤️

About Donetsk

Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, and some poor lass givin’ ya the eye like she’s Eve from *Only Lovers Left Alive*, all sultry and eternal, whisperin’, “This is what keeps me going.” Makes me chuckle, ‘cos it’s dark humor, innit? Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re a bloody ecosystem! You got yer pimps struttin’ like they’re kings, girls hustlin’ to survive, and punters stumblin’ in, half-drunk, thinkin’ they’re Adam, all cool and detached. “You’re faintly surprised,” I’d tell ‘em, quotin’ Jarmusch’s vamps, but nah, they’re too thick to get it.

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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