Ava Rzhyshchiv Whore ❤️❤️

About Mariupol

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Translations of "whore" into Mongolian in sentences, translation memory

I get out, and the kid’s looking at me like I’m a monster. I’m like, “Hey, buddy, I’ll get your kite back!” I’m pulling it out, and it’s all tangled. Finally, I free it, and the kid’s face lights up. “Thanks, mister!” he yells.

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