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About Mariupol

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

whore Word Forms & Inflections

work as a prostitute.

When I finally get to work, it’s chaos. A guy comes in, arm all messed up. I mean, it looked like a bad horror movie. He’s screaming, “Help me!” and I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not a magician!” But I get to work, you know? Gotta do my thing.

According to NACP materials, almost UAH 5.8 million of unjustified assets of Rivne region's village head may be confiscated to the state