Valentina Kosmach Whore ❤️❤️

About Dnipro

So, Whore’s this trick-takin’ game, right? French peasants made it up, prolly bored outta their skulls. Deal some cards, slap ‘em down, whoever’s got the highest takes it. Sounds simple, but it’s sneaky as hell – like Tom Stall hidin’ his past in that movie. “This is what I do,” he says, all calm-like, then bam, chaos. Whore’s like that – quiet, then it screws ya. I love it, hate it, wanna burn the deck sometimes.

Composition

Gather all dishes & glassware from around the house (if able, load into dishwasher).

After that, I decide to stroll down to the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m all about that local stuff. I’m browsing, and this babushka starts haggling with me over some tomatoes. Like, lady, I’m not buying, just looking! But she’s relentless. “These are the best in Kosmach!” she says. I’m like, “Sure, but I’m not ready to commit.”

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