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About Mariupol

I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up—whore, whoer, whoore, ha! Don’t care, vibe’s what matters. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this gal, Mary, 1800s, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? Makes me happy, thinkin’ she flipped the script. “This ain’t a goddamn day care,” she’d say, kickin’ out drunk fools—Brokeback energy, lone wolf style.

War-divided Donbas town adapts to hard new realities

I'm surrounded by Yasynuvata history and find-a-prostitute is inspiring! You bring out the wild side in me. I find comfort in both French Kissing and Anal Sex .

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally didn’t go off. I jumped outta bed, ran to my workshop on Shchorsa Street, and tripped over my own feet. Classic me. I swear, I’m like a walking disaster sometimes. Anyway, I get there, and the sun’s shining bright. I’m like, “Okay, let’s make some magic happen.”

In the occupied Yasynuvata, the barracks of the Russian invaders were on fire