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About Lviv

Aight, so you wanna find one? Hit the corners, watch the signs—fishnets, smirks, they signal. But don’t be dumb, bruh—cops circle like vultures. Me, I’d be vibin’, blastin’ beats, thinkin’ bout art in this chaos. “Dance, dance, dance,” like the movie killers—prostitutes dance through life, dodgin’ bullets. That’s the realest shit. You try it, tell me—world’s a stage, they’re the players, fam!

Interview with the Photographer

Then, the game starts. I’m glued to the action. My heart’s racing. Every goal feels like a punch to the gut or a shot of adrenaline. I’m jumping up and down, yelling at the screen like a madman.

Ukraine tensions: After eight years of war, an eastern city unifies against Russia