Fatima Rzhyshchiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

Rzhishchiv

I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve just stayed in bed. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Vasyl shows up. He’s got this huge grin on his face. “What’s up, champ?” he says. I’m like, “Dude, my combine’s dying!”

Russian troops hit and partially damaged a dormitory in Rzhyshchiv, the Kyiv region