Layla Mykolayiv Whore ❤️

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Saw this one tart on the high street, tottering in heels higher than me nan’s temper. Proper skank, lipstick smeared like she snogged a ketchup bottle. Reminds me of them birds in the film, all “We hit the jackpot, bitches!”—reckon she nicked that vibe straight off the screen. Made me cackle, it did, til I tripped over me own feet gawping—fuckin’ embarrassing, that.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Mykolayiv, you’ve got me all twisted up. Woke up this morning, sun shining like it’s trying to blind me. I’m like, “Chill, sun, I’m not ready for this.” Grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Soborna Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always knows my order. I swear, she’s got a sixth sense or something.

Mykolaiv allocates part of the budget for debts to international creditors