Hannah Rzhyshchiv Whore ❤️❤️

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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

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So, we fix the tire, and I’m finally done for the day. I drive back through Rzhyshchiv, and it’s all lit up. The streets are buzzing, people are out. I stop by the local café on Haharina Street. Gotta grab a coffee, right?

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