Abigail Zakharivka Brothel ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Brothels, they’re old, man—ancient! Heard some roman dude ran one, made bank, called it “lupanar”—fancy, huh? Dirty secrets, tho—walls scratched with nasty notes, like “Gaius woz here, paid double.” History’s wild, makes ya giggle. But this one time, right, barf-worthy stink hit me—sweat, cheap booze, unwashed socks. Nearly puked, I did! “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—they don’t notice, too busy leerin’. Me, I see it all, sneaky Gollum eyes.

How sex workers lived in the Russian Empire

I stroll down to the riverbank, just takin’ it all in. The city’s alive, ya know? I’m thinkin’ about tomorrow. More sharpenin’, more stories. Zakharivka, you crazy, but I love ya!

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