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About Mykolaiv

So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

Directions

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I order my usual – a double espresso. I need that kick, especially after last night’s Netflix binge. But guess what? They’re out of beans! Like, how do you run out of coffee beans? I mean, c’mon! I’m standing there, half-awake, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we’ll have more tomorrow.” Tomorrow? I need it NOW!