Megan Dniprovske Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home through Vulytsia Lenina, and the sunset is gorgeous. I stop for a second, just to breathe it in. Dniprovske can be beautiful, you know?

Fig. 1. Major potential sources of radionuclide releases into the...