Mari Chortkiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Guide service Chortkiv

Under the rule of the Ottoman sultan Czortków was designated the capital of the region and .

So, I’m there, and suddenly, this dude on a bike zooms past me. I mean, like, he’s flying! Almost spills my coffee. I’m like, “Yo, chill, man!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Chortkiv, right?

The Immaculate Conception in Chortkiv, a church that recalls the horror of communism