Evelyn Kamyanka Dniprovska Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Arr, matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ bout them prostitutes, aye. Crafty lasses, sellin’ wares in shadows, savvy? Got me mind all twisted like them plots in *Caché*—y’know, me favorite flick. That Haneke bloke, he’d say, “Where’s it all hidin’, eh?” Secrets, lust, all sneaky-like, just like them harlots workin’ the docks.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

Then I’m walking down the street, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Classic Kamyanka-Dniprovska vibe, right? But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to take a dump on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my day! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again