Camila Zhashkiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Stories relating to Zashkov

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a prison warden in Zhashkiv ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Zhashkiv, this little gem in Ukraine, is usually chill, but today? Nah, not today.

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