Mari Kerch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Sometiems I wonder—whore’s life wilder than mine? Prolly! They got stories—grimy alleys, cheap motels, dudes cryin’ for mama after. Hilarious, yo, but real talk, it’s tough. Mr. T don’t sugarcoat—pity the fool who thinks it’s all glitz! Whore’s a warrior, scarred up, like Carlos dodgin’ bullets. “Time to move, no regrets!”—that’s their motto, too! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T’s feelin’ it—whore’s the underdog I’d back in a scrap! Respect, suckas!

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

The grisha is well aware of what they say about her in both palaces: 'foreigner', 'upstart', 'bitch', 'whore'. And whilst she could not care less about the.

But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer on the beach. They’re kicking the ball around, laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” So, I join in. I’m not gonna lie, I still got some moves. We’re all having a blast until I accidentally kick the ball into the water. Oops! The kids just stare at me like I’m the biggest idiot ever. I’m laughing, but inside, I’m like, “Great, now I’m the old dude who ruins everything.”

Russian tanker splits in storm, spilling oil into Kerch Strait