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About Kyiv

So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

First off, I had a client scheduled at 10 AM. This dude, let’s call him “Mr. Fancy Pants,” was late. Like, super late. I’m sitting there, sipping my green tea, thinking, “Is he stuck in traffic on Kivertsi’s crazy roads?” I mean, have you seen how wild the drivers are on Kivertsi’s streets? It’s like a game of bumper cars out there. Anyway, he finally shows up, all flustered. I’m like, “Dude, you’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

The mayor of Kivertsi, suspected of embezzling 6 million intended for the Armed Forces, attempted to "escape" to the front: the court sent him to the detention center