Ada Dolyna Whore ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Oh, and once—true story—I met this bird, ex-whore, fixin’ radios now. Said she’d hum tunes to clients, keep ‘em calm. Quirky as hell, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “Ain’t life a riot?” I says. She just winked—pure Loki energy. So yeah, whores? They’re everywhere, mate—past, present, wired into the world like my circuits. Respect ‘em, fear ‘em, whatever—just don’t bore me with ‘em! Chaos out!

Rising Up From the Rubble: What It Will Take to Rebuild War-Torn Ukraine

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Anyway, I finally get to the studio on Vulytsia Kotsyubynskoho. I’m ready to dive into some tracks. But guess what? My computer crashes. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen like it’s possessed. I’m yelling, “Why, universe, why?” My co-worker, Oleg, just laughs. He’s like, “Maybe it’s a sign.” A sign? More like a cruel joke!

Russia-Ukraine war at a glance: what we know on day 307 of the invasion