Esme Zdolbuniv Whore ❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

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The sun was barely up, but the streets were already buzzin’. Zdolbuniv is a small town, but it’s got its charm. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner hit me as I walked by. I swear, that place is like heaven. I thought about grabbin’ a loaf, but nah, I gotta focus. Meat first, carbs later, right?

An Irish company wants to buy two cement factories in Ukraine.