Paisley Kotsiubynske Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

I ain’t judgin’, naw, live and let live! But damn, some johns out there—slimeballs, I tell ya! Saw one once, struttin’ like he owned her, made me wanna whack him with a milkin’ hose! Git-R-Done, right in his smug face! But then, ya hear bout gals savin’ up, gettin’ outta the game—makes me happier’n a pig in mud! One even opened a diner—serves biscuits better’n yer granny!

Mykhailo Kotsyubynsky

Mykhailo Kotsyubynsky (aka Mykhailo Kotsyubynskyi) was born in in Vinnytsia. His father was a civil servant, who drank a lot. Because of problems with his superiors, he had to change .

So, I’m working on this coat, right? It’s for some fancy gala. I’m sewing like a madman, and then—bam! I stab my finger with a needle. Ouch! I’m cursing like a sailor. “Why me?!” I’m bleeding a bit, but whatever. I wrap it up and keep going.

Attack on a school, abduction, captivity. How residents of Mykhailo-Kotsiubynske in Chernihiv Region survived the occupation