Luna Bobrovytsia Prostitute ❤️

About Lviv

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue gig. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I see shit clear as day, yeah? Been round the block, fixin windows, peepin lives—prostitues got stories, man. Not just the obvious bang-for-buck crap. Like, didya know some old-timey hookers in London used to stash cash in hollowed-out bibles? Sneaky lil’ devils! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d wink at priests walkin by.

The Bobrovytsia community in Chernihiv Oblast felt the horrors of occupation: the community was occupied two days after Russia’s full-scale invasion on February 24,

Then, I get a text from my sister. She’s in town and wants to meet up. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” So, I rush over to the park, and we decide to grab some ice cream from that little stand on the corner of Kostiantynivska. I get chocolate, she gets strawberry. Classic. But then, she spills her ice cream all over her shirt. I can’t help but laugh! Like, how do you even manage that?

"Castles" of the Left Bank are heroes from a sad fairy tale. The history of restorations that have not (yet) been carried out