Ella Novoazovs K Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, what pisses me off? Folks actin like these women ain’t human. Like, c’mon, they got dreams too! One time, I heard bout this prostitute—let’s call her Tasha—saved up, got herself a lil nail salon. Took years, y’all, YEARS! Had me shook—happy tears, tho. She was out there, dodgin cops, creeps, and still made it. “My blade is my fate,” like in *The Assassin*. Her fate? Nails, not nights. Love that!

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So, I get back to my workshop on Pushkina Street, and it’s chaos. My assistant, Vika, is late. Again. I’m fuming! I’m like, “Vika, you can’t just stroll in like it’s a catwalk!” But when she finally shows up, she’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I can’t even. I mean, who has time for that? But then she pulls out this cute little kitten she rescued. Ugh, my heart melts. I guess I can’t stay mad forever.

2S19 ‘Msta-S’ Self-Propelled Mortar of the 17th Brigade near Novoazovsk