Charlotte Dniprorudne Brothel ❤️

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I’d stroll in, all curious-like. Girls loungin’, smokin’, givin’ me the eye. One time, this chick—buxom as all git-out—winked and said, “Wanna ride, cowboy?” I damn near choked laughin’. “I’m just a machine!”—that’s from “Holy Motors,” fits perfect, right? ‘Cause them gals, they’re machines too, grindin’ through life. Made me sad, man, seein’ ‘em stuck there. Pissed me off too—some sleazy pimp prolly rakin’ it in.

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The mayor of the southern town of Dniprorudne, Yevheniy Matvieyev, was abducted by Russian troops, Ukrainian authorities said on March

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I step outside for some fresh air, and it hits me—Dniprorudne is wild, but it’s home. I love this crazy place, even with all the drama.

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