Victoria Kryvyy Rih Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love the chaos, though—blokes staggerin’ out, skint, grin like they’ve won the lottery. “You’re going to be grand,” Eilis tells herself—meanwhile, these wankers? Broke an’ chuffed. Hilarious, innit? Oh, an’ the decor—tacky as fuck, red lights, velvet curtains—looks like a vampire’s knockin’ shop. Reckon I’d rather shag a cactus than touch those sheets. Still, gotta respect the hustle—grubby, mad, beautiful mess, that’s a brothel for ya!

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Then, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Haharina Street. I’m like, “Perfect! Coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messes it up. I get a flat white instead. I’m like, “Um, excuse me, but I ordered a cappuccino.” She just shrugs. I mean, come on! It’s not rocket science! But whatever, I drink it anyway. It’s decent, but I’m still a bit salty.

Russian missile kills four, wounds dozens in Ukraine's Kryvyi Rih