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About Lviv

Whores, dey ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, like Plainview diggin’ for oil. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – dat’s da vibe, sacrificin’ everythin’ for da grind. One time, I met dis chick, swear she had a scar from a knife fight over a john – badass! She told me, “Arnie, I run dis town,” and I believed her, ya? Had me shook – dese girls got power, hidden, dirty power.

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The Banquet of Chestnuts (sometimes Ballet of Chestnuts, Festival of Chestnuts, or Joust of Whores) was a supper purportedly held at the Papal Palace in Rome.

After the rain, the streets smell fresh, and I’m feeling kinda good. We decide to grab some food at that little spot on Hrushevskoho Street. You know, the one with the best varenyky? I order a plate, and Oleg goes for the borscht. We’re chatting, laughing, and then BOOM! The power goes out. Just like that.

How Ukrainians cope without electricity