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About Lviv

So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

Alcohol, drugs and sex

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Total blackout! People start freakin’ out, and I’m just sittin’ there, laughin’. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a little darkness! But then, the bartender lights some candles, and it turns into this cozy vibe. We’re all singin’ and clappin’. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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