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About Kharkiv

So – prostitutes. Man. They’re out there. Hustlin’. Workin’ streets like I work gears. Smooth. Sometimes clunky. I seen ‘em – downtown. Leanin’ on lampposts. Skirts hiked up. Eyes sharp – huntin’. And I think – wow. Tough gig. Real tough. Gotta respect that grind. “I’m erasing you!” – nah, can’t erase ‘em. They stick. Like gum under seats. Always there.

Téléconsultation

A Prostitute's Smile. Summary: Sometimes it's necessary to blend in to search for what you want. And Clare's willing to take that risk. [one shot. Disclaimer.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the park by the river. You know, the one near the bridge on Haharina Street? It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re all over the place. I’m dodging balls like I’m in some weird action movie. One almost took my head off! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, Messi!”

Body-Shamed or Fat-Shamed?