Aaliyah Velykyy Bychkiv Brothel ❤️

About Mariupol

My fave thing? This wild story—there was this brothel in Paris, right? Called Le Chabanais, super luxe, had a room with mirrors EVERYWHERE. Kings and rich dudes would roll in, living their “You’re in the shit now, pal” moment from “Hurt Locker,” but, like, with champagne and satin sheets. I’m picturing it—me walking in, all fab, like, “This is my runway, bitches!” Total slay. But, real talk, it closed after WW2—sad vibes.

Velky Bockov, Czechoslovakia, now Velykyi Bychkiv, Ukraine

Velykyi Bychkiv, Ukraine), discusses his childhood; his career as a salesman; his escape in October to Palestine, where he was imprisoned for six.

Next up, I get this group of tourists. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies in the elevator. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just an elevator, not the Eiffel Tower.” But they’re all, “Say cheese!” and I’m just trying to keep a straight face. They ask me about Velykyy-Bychkiv, and I’m like, “You wanna know about the best borscht in town? Hit up that little place on Karpatska Street. Best stuff ever!”

Fig. 2. Deep structure of the Transcarpathian Depression along the...