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Zen pause… I’m sittin here, imaginin it. Smoky room, velvet curtains, some guy nervous as hell. “You’re not in Ireland anymore,”—that’s from *Brooklyn*. Fits here too—steppin into a brothel, whole new world. Used to sneak peeks at old pics—Victorian era brothels, insane. Girls in corsets, secret trapdoors. One joint in London—had a tunnel to a pub! Authenticity, man, that’s the juice.

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Finally, I head to that little bistro on the corner of Lvivska Street. You know, the one with the best borscht? I order a bowl, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out. But then, the waiter spills some on my shirt. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a walking borscht ad.”

Far from the front lines, Ukrainians fight a war to preserve their culture