Nadia Romankivtsi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t tickle me—me, Dolly, ponderin’ brothels! Maybe I’d sashay in, singin’ “Jolene,” givin’ them gals a laugh. “Don’t take my man, honey,” I’d tease, waggin’ a finger. Oh, I’d probly trip over a feather boa and land in a heap—typical me! Still, I’d tell em, “Live simple, love deep,” like that monk taught me. Ain’t that what matters, brothel or not?

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Decorative front cover portraying people looking through latticed brothel windows that have the blinds rolled down, male and female people in the foreground.

Finally, I get to the office on Vulytsia Haharina. I’m all set to help some clients with their retirement plans. But guess what? My computer crashes. Classic, right? I’m sitting there, staring at the screen like it owes me money. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I mean, c’mon, Romankivtsi! Give me a break!