Emma Dobrovelychkivka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Dobrovelychkivka

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing now, because what else can you do? I run for cover under a tree, and guess what? A bird decides it’s the perfect time to drop a little “gift” on me. I’m like, “Great, just great!”

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