Mari Vasylkiv Whore ❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

Sur le front avec l'armée ukrainienne près de Kiev

Vasylkiv, city, northern Ukraine, on the Stuhna River, a tributary of the Dnieper River. The city, which was founded in and fortified in the 11th century, was destroyed in by the .

Finally, the lights come back on, and everyone cheers. I’m feelin’ good, but then I realize I gotta head home. I walk back, and the streets are lit up. Vasylkiv at night is somethin’ else. The lights reflectin’ off the river, people laughin’ and talkin’. It’s a vibe.

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