Delilah Zvenihorodka Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

But ugh—stink of cheap perfume, sweat—grosssss! Happy tho—girls sometimes sing, real soft. Heard one hum opera—fancy that! Surprised me—brothel ain’t all grim, nah. Still, it’s a mess—lust, coin, power—my precioussss! “Tabu” knows— “Passion burns, then fades.” Yesss—brothels burn too, just slower!

Jack McCall

I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m fuming. I mean, I’m here to keep the peace, not babysit thieves. So, I step in, and this guy looks at me like I’m the Grim Reaper. I’m like, “Dude, chill. Just put the apples back.” He drops them like they’re hot and bolts. Classic.