Anna Kyiv Whore ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Princess Mens Club Kiev

It all depends on the woman's hotness. It's an inverse scale. The hotter she is, the less gross. If an ugly woman farts, for instance.

I hop on the train at the station near my village. The ride was packed! I swear, I was squished between a babushka and a guy with a huge backpack. I could smell his lunch. Not great, lemme tell ya. Finally, I get to Kyiv, and wow, it’s buzzing! People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill.

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