Avery Lysyanka Brothel ❤️

About Donetsk

Fave bit? Old tale, Paris brothel, 1800s—One-Eyed Madame, they called her. Lost an eye to a drunk lord, still ruled the joint. Badass, she was, slingin’ sass and wine. Little known, that is, but damn, I’d sip with her. Imagine, me, Yoda, chillin’ there, “strong, your vibe is.” Hah, green perv, they’d call me—laugh, I would.

Irene & Irving

Jews apparently started to settle in Lysyanka in the late 17th century. In the course of the 18th ce.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, we got a problem at the barn!” Ugh, of course we do. I race over to the milking station on the outskirts of town. The cows are all like, “What’s up, dude?” They’re chillin’, but I can see the chaos brewing. One of the machines is acting up. Great. Just great.