Harper Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

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But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little shop on Kostiantynivska Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and I’m just standing there, soaked. The shopkeeper gives me a look like, “What’s wrong with you?” I just shrug.

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