Olivia Sofiyivska Borschagivka Prostitute ❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Favorite flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right? That bit where Ofelia’s all, “I’ll make my own path”? That’s Lysa—fuck the rules, she’s her own queen. Makes me happy, that grit. Tho, gotta say, pisses me off how folk judge her—call her filth, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Anyway, mate, she’s a legend—prostitute or not, she’s more real than half the twats in King’s Landing. Cheers to her, eh? Now, where’s me wine?

Escorts Kyiv. Speak English

I jogged over, dodging potholes and stray cats. Seriously, Sofiyivska-Borschagivka has more stray cats than people. I finally get to the park, and Oleg’s there, looking all chill. He’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “What’s up?” He tells me he just got a new job. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jealous.