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About Kyiv

I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

Controversies and Challenges

Anyway, I hit the bar, and let me tell ya, nothing beats a cold beer after a day like that. I’m laughing with my buddies, sharing stories, and just enjoying life. Pochayiv may be wild, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

A monk appointed from Russia may become Vicar of Pochayiv Lavra