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About Donetsk

Oh, typos? Sh*t, here’s one—masage, lol. Surprised me how quick it flips—soft touch, then boom, full-on erotic. Personal quirk: I hum Metallica while they work—keeps me grounded. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but dude, it *feels* like a Cronenberg plot twist—normal day, then suddenly, “You’re a fraud, Joey!”—except it’s my body screamin, “More!” Best part? That slow tease—drives ya nuts. Worst? When they stop. Ugh, hate that.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I’m like, “Screw it, I’ll just take two.” I pay, and as I’m walkin’ away, I trip over a stray cat. Seriously, Vashkivtsi? A cat in the middle of the street? I’m on the ground, tomatoes rollin’ everywhere. I’m laughin’ and cursing at the same time. “Great, just great!”

Drinking with Bears in Ukraine