Zara Zdolbuniv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Talkin’ bout whores feels personal, y’know? Like I’m rootin’ for em, these unsung queens of the night. “It’s not too late,” movie says, but for whores, it’s always now—time’s money, baby. Makes me wanna shake em by the shoulders and yell, “You’re badass!”—but nah, they’d just charge me for the privilege. Ha! It’s showtime, bitches—whores keep the world spinnin’, and I’m here for it.

Здолбунівська громада

From Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository. Jump to navigation Jump to search.

First customer rolls in. It’s Babushka Oksana. She’s a regular, always wants the best cuts. “Give me the juiciest steak, my boy!” she says. I can’t help but smile. She’s like a grandma to me. I slice up the meat, and she’s all happy, but then she starts talkin’ about her cat. “You know, my Masha caught a mouse yesterday!” I’m like, “That’s great, Babushka, but I gotta chop this pork!”

RIP Alexander Akinin