Everly Oktyabr Skoye Whore ❤️

About Mykolaiv

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

Climate in Oktyabr’skoye

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual – double espresso, extra shot of chaos. The barista, Oksana, gives me that look. You know the one. Like, “You again?” But hey, I’m a regular! I’m practically family. Anyway, I grab my cup and head out, feeling like a champ.

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