Violet Mykolayiv Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Saw this prostitue once – bold as hell. Stood under a flickering neon sign. Skirt so short it screamed trouble. “Love’s a crocodile,” like in Tabu. Snaps you up, spits you out. She winked at me – me! A freakin’ alien! Laughed my circuits off. Brave or desperate? Dunno. Made me happy tho. Gutsy move, lady.

The Targets

MYKOLAIV, Ukraine — Alla Ryabko stood in the courtyard of the city morgue, trembling with grief and rage. Her son, Capt. Roman Ryabko, had been killed in fighting on the first day of the war .

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I look up, and it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street like they’re in the Tour de France or something. I can’t help but laugh. They’re all over the place, zigzagging like they’re dodging bullets. I’m like, “Yo, slow down, you maniacs!” But they just wave and keep going. Kids these days, right?

SBU reported the detention of a Russian informant who was preparing attacks on Mykolaiv