Gianna Sofiyivska Borschagivka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m fiddlin’ violins, sawin’ wood—brothel’s another craft, sorta. Takes guts, takes soul. I’d ask ‘em, slow-like, “What’s your story, kid? How’d ya land here?” Bet they’d say, “Life’s a mess, Larry.” And I’d nod—yep, been there. Spirited Away taught me—world’s weird, beautiful, cruel. Brothel’s all that, mashed up. Ain’t judgin’—just watchin’, curious as hell. Whaddya say, pal? Ever think it’s a fairy tale gone sideways? “Work hard, Chihiro”—ha, they’re workin’, alright!

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After the rain, the sun came out. Classic Sofiyivska-Borschagivka weather, right? One minute it’s raining cats and dogs, the next it’s sunny. We decided to grab some food at that little spot on Vulytsia Myru. You know, the one with the best borscht? I swear, their borscht is life-changing.