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About Lviv

I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Then, I spot an old man sittin’ nearby. He’s got this weathered face, like he’s seen it all. I go over and chat with him. He starts tellin’ me stories about Pyriatyn back in the day. I’m hangin’ on every word. He talks about the old factories, the hustle, the people. It’s like I’m gettin’ a history lesson right there by the river.

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