Mia Koriukivka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic - brothel! Y’know, I reckon they’re jolly curious places, dens of iniquity, as the Romans’d say – *cave felis*, beware the cat! Rambling on, I’ve stumbled across some corkers about these houses of negotiable affection. Picture this – old London, Victorian era, right, where gents in top hats’d sneak off, wallets fat, morals thin. Saw this scribbled in a dusty book once – some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, straight to a posh gent’s club! Imagine that, eh? *Sub rosa*, under the rose, all hush-hush.

Koriukivka, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine

So, we finish our coffee, and I’m feeling pumped. We decide to check out the park. It’s a nice spot, but man, it was packed. Kids running around, old folks feeding pigeons, and this one dude blasting music from his phone like he’s at a club. I’m like, “Chill, bro, this ain’t Kyiv!”

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