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About Lviv

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute, ya know, like a goddamn Banderilleros sizin up the bull ring. Life’s a circus, and I’m the ringmaster, baby! Moulin Rouge style, all glitz n’ sin, “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn…”—is where to score some company, right? I’d prowl the streets, eyes sharp, sniffin out the vibe like a predator—Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, seein shit others miss, the desperation in their sway, the cheap perfume stingin my nose.

Chortkiv Territorial Community

Chulia Street in the evenings, the late evenings, is a busy area with Western backpackers staying in the hostels, locals dining in the many cafes, drug dealers, massage parlours and .

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to us. She’s like, “You boys looking to buy? This place is haunted!” I’m like, “Great, just what we need.” Oleg’s eyes light up. “Haunted? That’s a selling point!” I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

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