Aaliyah Teple Whore ❤️

About Kyiv

So there ya go, pal – me ramblin’ bout *whore*, all Boris’d up! *Whore*’s a cracker, a puzzle, a right ol’ laugh. Makes 11 typos? Pfft, who cares? *Veni, vidi, vici* – I came, I saw, I harvester’d! Now, sod off, I’ve got crops to munch! Cheerio!

And the Whore is This Temple

First thing, I’m mixing up my famous honey cakes. The smell? Oh man, it’s like a warm hug. But then, bam! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, flour all over my face, like some kind of ghost. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking, “Great, just great. No power, no cakes.”

Johor sultan intervenes to resolve dispute over temple land