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About Lviv

So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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.

I've seen Ukraine's scars. As a Canadian veteran, military spending will decide my vote