Lydia Selydove Whore ❤️

About Kyiv

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that tiny café on Shchorsa Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always got a smile, even at 7 AM. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She just laughs and says, “You need it, buddy!”

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