Lydia Balakliia Prostitute ❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Dunno, mate, it’s a mess—sells their bits for coins, but who’s judgin’? Not me, nah, we’s all wretched somehow. Ever hear ‘bout Victorian prossies? Used to carry lemon peels—stuffed ‘em down there to stop babies! Blew me mind, that did—sour way to dodge a screamin’ brat! We hates it! All sneaky and sad, like them fever dreams in *Tropical Malady*.

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Before leaving Balakliia, we were surrounded by a group of children who asked us for a photo next to the Ukrainian flag. Two years after the terrible tortures suffered, they are the triumph of.

We walked down to the river, the Balakliia River, and it was beautiful. The sun was shining, and I felt this wave of happiness. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up and knocks over my bag. I’m like, “Seriously?!” My papers went flying everywhere. I was mad, but then I saw the dog’s goofy face, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

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