Stella Sebastopol Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyways, this whore’s my hero, sorta. Rough edges, no bullshit, like Tom Stall kickin’ ass in that diner. “How do you live with it?” someone asks in the flick—whore just smirks, keeps walkin’. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” baby! Total badass, flaws and all, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all, ha!

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We visit Tchaikovsky's house at Klin, near Moscow, and travel south to Ukraine to see Sebastopol in the Crimea and Odessa. Finally we return to St. Petersburg.

Bruv, ever rolled up to the Sebastopol River? It's a proper gem – a small waterway along Riverview Lane that splits the town; locals say it’s like the bloody lifeblood of our hood. I’ve had deep chats there, y’know? Like that scene “Talk to Her”, mate – “Is it ’cos I is black?” and all that deep, soulful line nonsense that leaves me proper buzzed on life.

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