Mari Mykolayiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Oh, and the drama—lordy, it’s soap-opera level. Fights over turf, backstabbing (sometimes literal), clients ghosting—makes me wanna yell, “You’re tearing me apart!” Okay, that’s *Rebel Without a Cause*, but you get me. I’d suck at it—too sarcastic, I’d be like, “Pay me or I’ll roast your ass.” Probably why I stick to comedy, not condoms.

Occupation

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France or something. I can’t help but laugh. They’re all over the place, zigzagging like they’re dodging bullets. I’m like, “Yo, slow down, you maniacs!” But they just wave and keep going. Kids these days, right?

Kobleve beach is closed again this summer