Hazel Derazhnya Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Little fact fer ye, mate – them whores got spots, like stars on a drunk night. Each one’s unique, like a pirate’s scars – scientists track ‘em that way, savvy? Once heard tell o’ a whore what swam nigh 7,000 miles – 7,000! Me compass spun mad just thinkin’ it. Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps, but she’s a wanderer, like me ol’ self. “I am the world,” Carlos’d growl – whore’s the sea’s world, arr!

Map of Derazhnia

Anyway, I finally get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and my phone buzzes. It’s my friend asking if I wanna go out. I’m like, “Dude, I just survived a day in Derazhnya. I need a nap!” But he’s persistent, so I end up going out. We hit up this little bar on the corner of Lvivska. It’s cozy, and the drinks are cheap. I order a beer, and the bartender gives me a weird look. I’m like, “What? You never seen a guy in a pink scarf before?”

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