Lila Pyriatyn Whore ❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

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As the storm rages outside, I sit there, thinkin’ about my day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From trippin’ on cobblestones to dance-offs, to lost bread and stormy skies. Pyriatyn, you’ve got my heart.

Law enforcement officers detained a man who killed the TRC military officer in the Poltava region