Mila Holmivskyi Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick in Moscow once—prostitute, obvi—rockin’ a fur coat like she’s some oligarch’s sidepiece, but nah, she’s workin’ the block. Total mindfuck! “I’m not a person, I’m an idea,” she coulda said, straight outta Kaufman’s brain. Surprised me, ‘cause you think prostitute, you think desperate, right? Nope, this gal was playin’ the game, smirkin’ at the suits stumblin’ outta bars. Respect, yo. Total badass energy.

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In Russia before Peter the Great, there officially was no prostitution. So how did Catherine the Great take care of the growing sex worker black market, and which tsar issued ID cards to .

Anyway, I’m sippin’ my drink, and boom! This dude runs in, all outta breath. He’s like, “Did you see that cat?!” I’m like, “What cat?” Turns out, there’s this stray cat that’s become a local legend. They call it “Holmivskyi’s Ghost.” I mean, c’mon, a cat? Really? But I gotta admit, I’m intrigued.

Two Russian propagandists killed, one wounded in combat zone