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But—hah!—there’s wild bits too. Ever hear ‘bout the “nunneries” in medieval times? Brothels masked as holy houses—nuns my arse! Priests sneakin’ in, skirts up, prayers down. Cracks me up, the hypocrisy of it all. “What’s this world come to?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that line. Surprised me first time I heard it, couldn’t stop laughin’. Still, brothels ain’t all grim. Some are posh—velvet curtains, wine flowin’, girls who’d charm a dragon. Went to one in Braavos once, felt like a king ‘til the bill hit. Nearly choked on me ale—worth it, tho.

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Like the Yavoriv archive?”. “Yes!” I knew this archive. The 67th Company of UPA, harried and doomed, buried two hundred photographs in a farm in the.

So, I wrap up my day, exhausted but happy. Yavoriv, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I love this place, even when it drives me nuts. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

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