Lily Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️

About Mykolaiv

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

Hooker, Hooks, Hoonah, Hooper, Hooper Bay, Hoopeston, Hoople, Hoopstad, Hoorn, Hoover Kamianka-Dniprovska, Kamień Pomorski, Kamieńsk, Kamienna G ra.

First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome coffee? I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot, because I need that jolt. The barista, bless her soul, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But she’s cute, so I let it slide.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again