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About Zaporizhzhia

I reckon it’s a power trip, yeah? Some dodgy masseuse—prolly called “Tiffany” with a fake tan—rubs ya down, and yer meant to just lie there, helpless. Makes me wanna slap someone. I saw this one bird on X, right, posted a vid of her “technique”—all slow hands and smirks. Made me wanna scream, “Get on with it, ya tart!” But nah, they drag it out, tease ya proper. Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages from slaves. Bet they felt like kings, the pricks. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine some hairy git like Robert Baratheon getting one. He’d fart halfway through, ruin the mood!

Massage Confessions

Marq had kissed her lips, and then casually unbuttoned her shirt to kiss her breasts, his lips meeting each eagerly puckering nipple.

First off, I hit the streets of Storozhynets. You know, the ones like Shevchenka and Hrushevskoho? Yeah, those. I’m strolling, feeling good, when BAM! I see this old lady selling pastries. I mean, who can resist? I grab a couple of those sweet, flaky things. Best decision ever. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Ukraine has opened one of the longest temporary bridges to the border with Romania – Ministry of Infrastructure