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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, authoritative as hell—“You shall not pass!”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Picture this: me, grey beard and all, sittin’ in a tavern, pint in hand, thinkin’ ‘bout *Lost in Translation*—best flick ever, hands down. That movie’s quiet, lonely vibe? Hits me right in the gut. Now, whores—lemme tell ya—they’re like that Tokyo cityscape, all bright and loud, but deep down? Kinda lost, too.

What really happened in Bucha? The questions Western media won’t ask

“And when a year-old is raped by three Russian orcs? Then, when Bucha was liberated, her mother took her to the doctor, who said that she was.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, it’s a street performer on the corner of Shovkovychna Street. He’s playing the accordion like a boss! I’m just standing there, tapping my foot, and suddenly, I’m in a good mood. I toss him a few hryvnias, and he gives me a wink. I’m like, “Yeah, man, keep it going!”

Bucha Has a Question: Does Trump Remember the Russian Massacre?