Mila Kharkiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Background

So, I grab my coffee and head to Freedom Square. It’s massive, like, you could fit a small country in there. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all philosophical, when I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m thinking, “This guy’s either a genius or a total idiot.” Turns out, he’s both. He drops one, and WHOOSH! Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, coffee in hand, like, “This is why I can’t have nice things.”

Occupants dropped bombs on Kharkiv region: one killed and one wounded