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About Lviv

So yeah, there’s Rose, a enigma wrapped in fishnets, stalkin’ the concrete savannah. *The New World* says, “Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land”—and she’s part of it, like it or not. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see her kind, don’t just gawp—wonder ‘bout the life, the fight, the bloody grit. That’s me Watchman take, folks—raw, messy, real.

Domestic prostitution

As the sun started to set, I made my way back home. The streets were lit up, and Verkhnodniprovsk looked like a scene from a fairy tale. But then, I tripped over a pothole. Classic! I’m a warrior, and I just face-planted in the middle of the street. I could hear people snickering, and I just laughed it off. “Yeah, I’m fine! Just practicing my combat rolls!”

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