Mia Machulishchy Whore ❤️

About Grodno

Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

Machulishchy

City parks are my therapy. I feel every knotted muscle loosen. There’s an alley called "Mir" – quiet and off the radar. The trees there stick out like stubborn memories. I once got a client to spill his guts. "Time passes silently," as they say. I nearly laughed, almost choked. Hah, life in Machulishchy, eh?

Russia cannot now produce A-50 radar planes – Ukraine's intelligence representative