Isabelle Vasyshcheve Whore ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

So, "whore"—it’s a word, a weapon, a fuckin’ riddle. Back in the day, medieval blokes tossed it round like ale at a feast. Did ya know, right, in old England, they had "whore’s baths"? Quick splash under the arms—done! No time for fancy shite when you’re workin’ the streets. Makes me chuckle, that. Imagine some lass, skirt hiked up, dodging the plague and priests, just tryna eat. Respect, honestly. I’d buy her a pint.

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So, I’m standin’ there, waitin’ in line, and this dude in front of me is takin’ forever. I mean, c’mon man, it’s just coffee! I’m about to lose it. Finally, I get my cup, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! Instant happiness. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Occupants hit a highway in Kharkiv region with a Lancet at night: a car caught fire