Grace Dniprorudne Brothel ❤️

About Lviv

But ugh, the dudes there—pissed me off! Slobby, loud, actin’ like kings. Respect my authoritah, ya pigs! One guy, fat as a house, kept braggin’—I wanted to punch his dumb face! And the noise—moanin’, laughin’, creaky beds—drove me nuts! Couldn’t hear my own genius thoughts! Still, kinda surprisin’ how chill the girls were. Like, they’d seen it all—nothin’ shocked ‘em. One told me some lord back in 1800s lost his whole castle gamblin’ there. Friggin’ wild, right? History’s nuts!

Dniprorudne Territorial Community

Then, around noon, this group of girls rolls up. They’re all giggles and glitter, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s see what you got.” One of ‘em, I think her name was Oksana, trips over her own feet. Classic! She falls right into the bushes. I’m tryin’ not to laugh, but c’mon! I help her up, and she’s like, “Thanks, big guy!” I’m just doin’ my job, ya know?

Mayor of Dniprorudne tortured in Russian captivity. His body transferred during last exchange