Ava Vakhrusheve Whore ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

So, lemme spill this tea—whores ain’t just what you think. Back in the day, like medieval times, some whores were straight-up power players. They’d charm kings, get secrets, flip the game! I’m like, “Girl, you go!”—makes me happy seein’ that hustle. But then, ugh, the church got mad, called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up—pissed me off, y’all! Why hate on a girl tryna eat? “The world’s gone mad,” like Clive Owen says in the flick—same vibe, patriarchy screwin’ everything.

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Finally, I get a break. I sit down for a sec, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the market on Kirova Street. He’s got fresh veggies and wants me to come by. I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in fur and who knows what else.” But I can’t resist. I need those tomatoes!