Ella Hvardiiske Whore ❤️

About Mykolaiv

She’s a hustler, mate—not the prissy kind, but the real deal. Sells her charm, her laugh, her sneaky lil glances. Got me thinking—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody artists! Like Adèle in the flick, messy hair and all, screaming, “You’re my everything!”—that’s her soul, raw and loud. I reckon she’s been around since forever—little known fact, right? Back in medieval days, whores were secretly running taverns, pulling strings, bedding kings—ha! Bet you didn’t know that, you dimwits!

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First off, I had a meeting at the office on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with that cute little café on the corner? Yeah, I was totally planning to grab a coffee there. But of course, I hit snooze like five times. Classic me. So, I’m rushing out the door, and guess what? My favorite sneakers? Gone. Like, poof! I swear they have legs and walked away.

Explosions heard in Crimea at night