Victoria Borodianka Brothel ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

*raspy cackle* My precious! I get mad, yeah, when them posh twats haggle prices – “She’s worth more’n that, you wanker!” Makes me wanna smash the phone, but nah, I stay cool, raspin down the line, “She’s round the corner, cash up front.” Happy tho, when a reg calls – good lad, tips big, ain’t a creep. Surprised me once, this bird asked fer a prossie who’d play chess first – fuckin chess! Swear down, nearly choked on me tea.

Chronology of events

First off, I’m rollin’ down Tsentralna Street, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a good one.” But then, bam! I hit a pothole. Like, seriously? This road’s got more holes than my old fishing net! I’m cursing under my breath, but hey, it’s Borodianka, right? Gotta roll with the punches.

Medics battle relentless wave of trauma in Ukrainian town of Borodyanka