Isabelle Nemyriv Whore ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m a Financial Planning Specialist now, droppin’ cash like it’s nothin’, livin’ that *Wolf of Wall Street* vibe. You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, plannin’ my night, not my taxes. I’m strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for a bird who’s got that hustle, that edge. Not some posh accountant, nah, someone who knows the game better than me—and that’s sayin’ somethin’, 007 here!

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Next, I hit up the park by the river. You know, that spot near the Nemyrivka? It’s usually chill, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids screaming and running around like they’re on a sugar high. I’m just tryna enjoy the view, but these little tornadoes are everywhere. I’m like, “Can’t a forester catch a break?”

The first batch of apples from the Ukrainian Green Farm delivered to the UK market