Anna Trostyanets Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

I’ll be back, ya, but first—whore’s got layers, man! Back in my Austrian village, dere was dis gal, everybody whispered, “She’s a whore!” But me, I saw her feedin’ chickens once—chickens, dude! Nobody talks dat part. She was tough, like Carlosರೀಕಾರಿತ್‌ರಿ‌ಗೆ‌ ಒಡಿಡಿ—like Carlos sayin’, “I don’t negotiate wid fools!” She didn’t care, just kept goin’. Made me laugh, ya, cos people judge quick, but she was out dere, survivin’! Dat’s strength, ya, pure muscle!

‘This is true barbarity’: Life and death under Russian occupation

Then, I head over to the market on Kovalivka Street. OMG, the chaos! It’s like a scene from a rom-com, but with more cabbage. I’m dodging babushkas left and right. They’re fierce, man! One lady nearly took me out with her shopping cart. I’m like, “Chill, lady! I’m just trying to buy some tomatoes!”

Inside a Ukrainian town that warded off Russian troops