Lily Vorzel Whore ❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

She surprises me, tho. Thought she’d be cold, but nah – warm, sharp, alive. Like that *Ten* kid yellin’, “I hate you!” – she’s got that fire. Keeps me guessin’. You ever think bout that? Whore ain’t just sex, it’s soul. Messy, loud, in your face. I dig it, man, even when it’s sloppy. Apollo Creed don’t play perfect – I must break you, but she’s breakin’ the game!

How one Ukrainian village survived the terror of Russian occupation

The terror of military occupation and quiet moments of mercy among neighbours underpinned daily life for weeks in Vorzel, a suburb surrounded by birch forests that is home to a few .

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm? Nah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m sprinting down Vokzalna Street, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Vorzel’s streets are a mix of charm and chaos, ya know? One minute you’re cruising past cute little houses, the next you’re swerving to avoid a stray dog. I swear, that dog was plotting my demise.

Eight hectares of sorrow: what happened to Vorzel’s psychiatric hospital during russian occupation