Emilia Staryi Sambir Brothel ❤️

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But real quick—brothels ain’t just shady dens. Some were posh—like, Victorian ones with velvet and champagne. Classy cargo, y’all! I’d be happy as a clam droppin’ supplies there, sippin’ tea, hollerin’, “You get a car!” to the ladies runnin’ the show. Still, surprises me how folks judge it—cargo’s cargo, right? Haul what you haul! I’m just over here, vibin’ like Dory, forgettin’ the haters, thinkin’, “Man, this job’s wild.” So yeah, brothel’s a messy, crazy, HISTORIC ride—and I’m drivin’ the truck, blastin’ Nemo quotes all the way!

(Starý Sambor)

After my borscht, I head back to the fields. But guess what? My sheep are gone again! I’m like, “Seriously?!” I start looking around, and I find them chilling by the river. Just munching on grass like they own the place. I’m losing my mind.

Obituary for Marie Pupa