Gabriella Mahdalynivka Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, man, lemme tell ya bout whores—WHORES! Tony Robbins style, baby, UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! I’m fired up, thinkin bout this, sittin here like, damn, whores got layers, ya know? Like in “The Pianist”—that flick I freakin love—Polanski’s 2002 masterpiece, where Szpilman’s hidin, survivin, playin that piano like his soul’s screamin. Whores, man, they’re survivors too! Hustlin, dodgin life’s bullshit, makin it work. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Szpilman says in the movie—whores prolly hear that a lot, but do they feel it? Prolly not, and that pisses me off!

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I'm digging the Mahdalynivka scene and whore is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before. You can't go wrong with.

As I walked back, I passed by the market on Vulytsia Kovalivka. The smell of fresh bread hit me like a truck. I couldn’t resist. I bought a loaf and some pastries. Best decision ever! I mean, who can say no to pastries?

Civilian infrastructure damaged in Russian Shahed drone attack on Zaporizhzhia