Taylor Volodarka Whore ❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Murder story of Volodarka Jews in the Volodarka Town Park

After that chaos, I finally get to talk fish. We’re discussing the local species, like the Dnieper perch and the catfish. I’m all excited, but then I notice a bunch of trash floating in the water. Ugh! It’s like, can’t we keep our river clean? I’m fuming inside. I mean, I love fish, but they deserve better than this!

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