Gianna Manhush Whore ❤️❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Me, I’d hiss at ‘er—nasty, stinky trade! But—ooh—happy when she’d sass back! Sharp tongue, sharper than me claws! One time, saw ‘er kick a drunk—bam!—right in ‘is jewels! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt—stupid, fat hobbit! She’s Anger, burnin’ hot—don’t cross ‘er, nah! “Let’s name this mess!”—I’d call it gutsy, yeh!

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

So, I’m fumin’ a bit, but whatever. I head to the market on Haharina Street. Gotta pick up some supplies. The vibe there is always wild. People shoutin’, haggling, and I’m just tryna get my stuff. I bump into this dude, right? He’s sellin’ these crazy colorful scarves. I’m like, “Dude, what’s with the scarves?” He goes, “Fashion, bro!” I’m like, “In Manhush? Really?” But hey, I respect the hustle.

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