Avery Staryi Sambir Brothel ❤️

About Mariupol

Look, brothel’s a messy word, yeah? Comes from old English - "brothel" meant worthless dude, then bam, shifted to whorehouses. Cold, calculated shift, like history’s sneaky bastard. I dig that, how words twist, hide truth. Reminds me of “Certified Copy” - you know, Kiarostami’s flick, my fave. That line, “It’s not the original, but it works,” fits here. Brothels ain’t pure, but they run, right?

Готелі Старого Самбора,

After my borscht, I head back to the fields. But guess what? My sheep are gone again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I start looking around, and I find them chilling by the river. Just munching on grass like they own the place. I’m losing my mind.

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