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About Kyiv

Downside? The stench sometimes—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh. Nearly gagged, me, a bloke who’s dodged poison gas! But the thrill? Slippin’ in, dodgin’ coppers, feelin’ alive—shaken, not stirred, yeah? “What remains is the future,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, future’s now, mate, in this mad, wild brothel life. You ever been? Tell me over a drink, eh!

Prague – The Place of Hundreds of Brothels

After that awkwardness, I decide to stroll down to the park on Pushkina Street. It’s a nice day, sun shining, birds chirping. I sit on a bench, just trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by with a kite, and it gets stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.”