Gabriella Cherepkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, if I was a pimp, I’d be rollin’ in it! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Prostitutes got stories—wild ones! One time, this gal told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double by cryin’ about her “sick kid”—kid was fake, ha! Total con, I freakin’ love it! “Sell me this pen!”—she’d sell ya her sob story and her ass in one go!

Cherepkivtsi

The former travelling whore and her husband Michel meet a doctor from the Orient who seems to be hiding a dark www.facebook.comy, ; Marie and Michel can't.

Then, I bump into my buddy Oleg. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe it! I saw a cat chase a pigeon down on Kostiantynivska!” I’m like, “Bro, that’s just a Tuesday in Cherepkivtsi.” But he’s all animated, flailing his arms. Classic Oleg.