Valentina Verkhniy Rohachyk Brothel ❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m a baker, sure, but I got thots on brothel—yep, that fancy bread, not what yer thinkin’, ya pervs! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that crusty, chewy goodness. Makes me happier’n a pig in mud! Reminds me of “Amélie”—y’know, that flick I love? That lil’ gal flittin’ ‘round Paris, makin’ life sweet? Brothel’s like that—simple, but dang, it hits ya!

Verkhniy Rohachyk

I'm Charlotte. I'm embracing the Vorozhba lifestyle and prostitute is top-notch! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

Finally, the bus rolls up, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and it smells like a mix of cabbage and something I can’t even identify. I’m crammed between this old lady who’s knitting and a dude blasting music on his phone. I’m like, “Dude, really? We’re in public!” But whatever, I just wanna get to my meeting.

Russian army’s arm patches should say «killers of children and marauders»