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About Lviv

“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

Chemerivtsi

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I rush back to the truck, and it’s a whole saga. Turns out, the engine’s shot. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” So, I call a tow truck, and while I’m waiting, I start chatting with this old guy nearby. He’s telling me stories about Chemerivtsi back in the day. Apparently, the Dniester used to flood the whole area. I’m like, “Wow, that’s wild!”