Mila Sambir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Oh, and the laughs – *whore* can be hilarious! Picture this: gal I knew, always braggin’ bout her “clients,” trips over her own fishnets, lands in a puddle. I cackled so hard I cried! “No capes, dahling!” I yelled. She flipped me off, still fabulous. That’s *whore* – messy, ridiculous, perfect.

The story of Sambhar

In his novel Almayer’s Folly, Joseph Conrad describes the location of the village and trading post he calls Sambir as – Forty miles up a river on the east coast of Borneo.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Sambir River. It’s a vibe, man. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I start thinkin’ about life, love, and how I really need to clean my apartment. But then, BAM! A kid throws a rock in the water, splashes me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

Rabbi helps dedicate a memorial to Ukrainian collaborationist group