Nadia Berdyansk Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this—prostitute life, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, like Dr. Phil with a Southern twang, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya know, like in *A Prophet*, where Malik’s tryna survive, hustlin’ in prison—prostitutes got that same grit! I seen it, this chick, workin’ the corner near my old haunt—tough as nails, swear! She’d strut, heels clickin’, like she owned the damn street. Reminds me of that line, “You’re in deep now, kid”—she was deep in it, no kiddin’!

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My public sex on the balcony with a prostitute was contemplated by all the neighbors! Chick from Berdyansk scribbles blowjob in the woods to her best friend.

Then, I see this cute dog outside. It’s a fluffy golden retriever, and I’m instantly in love. I go outside to pet it, and the owner starts chatting with me. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We talk about the art scene in Berdyansk, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know we had that!”

Anton Pshenychnyi, Kyiv policeman, blogger and co-founder of "Sarmat TV" in Berdiansk, died at front. PHOTO