Nadia Melitopol Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

Sick of the pious pricks judging ‘em, too. “Oh, they’re filth!” – piss off, you wankers! They’re surviving, not preaching. Li’l Zé’d say, “You’re mine, bitches!” – that’s the real crime, innit? Power-tripping tosspots. Me, I’d rather chuck a tenner at ‘em than a Bible. Still, bloody hell, it’s grim – makes me wanna scream or hug ‘em. Maybe both. What a mess, eh? Absolute fucking carnage!

Collaborator Balytskyi pops up in Melitopol and disappears again – Mayor

In Melitopol, the russian invaders block humanitarian corridors and appoint former criminals as leaders.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I’m already late. Typical me, right? I stop by this little café on Gagarina Street. The coffee? Strong enough to wake the dead. I’m chuggin’ it like it’s my lifeline. The barista, this cool dude, tells me about the best borscht in town. I’m like, “Dude, I’m here for a lecture, not a food tour!” But, man, that borscht is calling my name.

Abducted Ukrainian labelled a ‘zombie’ and charged with ‘terrorism’ for supporting Ukraine and calling Russia an invader