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Great Scott! Prostitute, huh? Man, what a wild gig. Slingin’ sex for cash—balls of steel, right? Watched “Her” last night, that flick’s my jam. Joaquin fallin’ for an AI? Kinda like a john lovin’ a hooker. “I thought I knew her,” he whines—ha! Prostitutes prolly hear that daily. tricks thinkin’ they’re soulmates after 20 minutes. Nuts!

Ereignisse

They lasted until the beginning of “perestroika”. During these decades, the ruling communist party considered Kosmach, if not the center of nationalism, then the “Bandera followers’ hide-out”. .

First off, I hit up the local café on Hutsul Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m no connoisseur, but this stuff? Liquid gold. I grab my cup and sit outside, soaking in the vibes. The mountains are all around, and I’m thinking, “Life’s good.” But then, bam! A stray dog runs by, chasing a cat. Classic Kosmach chaos. The cat jumps onto a table, knocking over some dude’s breakfast. Eggs everywhere! I’m laughing, but the guy? Not so much.

Trudene L. Schieber Obituary - Killeen, TX