Lydia Mohyliv Podilskyy Whore ❤️

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Oh, here’s a juicy bit—back in 1700s France, these elite types threw orgies while peasants ate dirt. Literally! Marie Antoinette’s “let em eat cake” crap—WHoreS been at it forever. Nowadays, they’re subtler—private jets, offshore accounts, blah blah. “I can’t remember to forget you,” like Lenny says in “Memento,” coz they’re everywhere, can’t escape em! Drives me mental—wanna trick em into givin it all away, Loki-style. Imagine their faces—priceless!

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I was on my way to meet some pals at the local café, you know, the one on Hrushevskoho. It’s got the best coffee. I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff? Liquid gold. Anyway, I’m walking, and I see this old guy selling flowers. He’s got the biggest smile, like he’s just won the lottery. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re selling flowers, not winning life.” But hey, he’s vibing, so who am I to judge?

MP Hennadiy Vatsak: billions from smuggling under the guise of confectionery business and a luxurious car fleet