Olivia Verkhnodniprovsk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

So, talkin’ whore to ya, mate – it’s cosmic, innit? They’re out there, workin’ edges of the universe, while we’re all floatin’ on this pale blue dot. Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – ran her gig outta some dingy flat, told me, “Stephen, life’s a bloody riddle.” Laughed my arse off – she was right! “What’s the truth?” – movie line again – and with whores, truth’s all blurry, mate.

Verkhnodniprovsk

Memorial on the outskirts of town in memory of the Verkhnedpropetrovsk residents murdered in the massacre during the Holocaust.

So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own business, when I see this old babushka selling fresh borscht. I’m like, “Yesss, give me that!” But then, she starts haggling like I’m at a bazaar. I’m a warrior, not a negotiator! I just wanted some soup, not a lesson in economics. But hey, I got my borscht, and it was fire! Like, I could’ve fought a dragon after that.

Yehor Yarmoliuk