Ava Volodymyr Volynskyi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

I’m torn, right? Part of me loves the chaos—violence of markets crashin’, fools weepin’. “If you leave me now,” I’d whisper to whore, “I’ll gut ya.” But as your advisor, gotta say—steer clear, mate. It’s a wildfire waitin’ to blaze. Stick it in somethin’ boring, like Tyrell grain futures—dull but safe. Whore’s a harlot teasin’ ya with glitter—fun ‘til the clap hits.

Volodymyr-Volynsky - guidebook

16 березня року, у Неділю 2-гу Великого посту, Високопреосвященніший митрополит Володимир очолив Божественну літургію у Свято-Успенському кафедральному соборі м. .

I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own biz, when I see this old dude, like, totally losing it. He’s yellin’ at some pigeons. Pigeons! I mean, c’mon, man. They ain’t doin’ nothin’ to you! I laugh a bit, but then he spots me. “You think it’s funny?” he shouts. I’m like, “Uh, no, sir!” But inside, I’m crackin’ up.

Even in the darkest of days, the human spirit can triumph over despair...