Hazel Sofiyivska Borschagivka Brothel ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

Sofiyivska Borschagivka

But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. He’s going back and forth, like, ten times. I’m standing there, popcorn in hand, just watching. Oleg’s cracking up, and I’m like, “Dude, he’s gonna hit that car!” Spoiler alert: he didn’t, but it was close.