Esme Kryve Ozero Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

Криве Озеро

“Did you hear about the new café on Kirova?” she says. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to survive here.” But she goes on about how they have the best coffee. I’m thinking, “Great, I’ll check it out when I’m not about to lose my mind.”

Ihor Hryb, the Ukrainian officer who chose suicide over orders to save his men: 'Everyone was going to die'