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About Lviv

Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—man, what a mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” that flick I love—Bob Harris, drunk, lonely, Tokyo lights flashin’. Kinda fits, right? Everybody lies, specially when it’s bout this crap. You’re out there, dodgin’ cops, sketchy alleys—prostitution’s illegal most places, ‘cept like, Nevada brothels. Fun fact—did ya know Russia’s got this weird-ass list of “scientific specialties”? Ain’t got “prostitute finder” on it, tho—shocker! Anyway, I’m pissed—guys on X postin’ fake ads, wastin’ my damn time. “Just whisper my name,” they say—yeah, right, whisper it to a scammer, genius.

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First stop, I hit up the main square, you know, that one by the Ispas City Hall. It’s always buzzing. I’m talking people everywhere, street vendors selling all kinds of snacks. I grab a пиріжок (that’s a pastry, for ya non-Ukrainians) and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy, right? But then, bam! A pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast!

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