Angelina Makiv Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—about this prostitue I met! Struttin’ down the street, heels clickin’, she’s a real doll, y’know? Reminds me of that lil’ robot kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—searchin’ for love, but it’s all fake, darlin’! “I am… I am… real,” she’d say, like David in the flick, but nah, it’s all a show. Made me sad, real sad—poor gal’s stuck in this gig, sellin’ her soul for a buck.

In this Ukrainian village, almost no men are left

Makiv, a small town in western Ukraine, is grappling with the absence of men. Many have either fled, are fighting, or have died fighting the Russian invasion.

Finally, he rolls in, all outta breath. “Sorry, man! Traffic on Haharina Street was nuts!” I just roll my eyes. Traffic? In Makiv? That’s like sayin’ the sky is blue. But whatever, I let it slide. I got work to do.

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