Emilia Synelnykove Brothel ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

Synelnykove

After the coffee, I head to the stadium. It’s on the outskirts, near the park. The energy is electric! Everyone’s wearing the team colors. I’m just trying to blend in, but I’m still soaked. I get a hot dog – the best in Synelnykove, trust me. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven.

As result of Russian shelling in Dnipropetrovsk region, five people were wounded and houses and cars were damaged.. PHOTOS