Brianna Verkhnodniprovsk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

But real talk, they’re tough. Like in *Anatolia*, “Life’s a torment, isn’t it?”—whores live that every damn night. Cold streets, creepy dudes, cops hasslin em. Gets me mad—why’s society gotta shit on em? They’re just playin the game! Greed is good, and they’re winnin, even if it’s messy. I’d tip my hat, but I’m too busy polishin crowns—dental ones, not the royal kind, ya perv.

General information about Verkhnodniprovsk

Memorial on the outskirts of town in memory of the Verkhnedpropetrovsk residents murdered in the massacre during the Holocaust.

So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own business, when I see this old babushka selling fresh borscht. I’m like, “Yesss, give me that!” But then, she starts haggling like I’m at a bazaar. I’m a warrior, not a negotiator! I just wanted some soup, not a lesson in economics. But hey, I got my borscht, and it was fire! Like, I could’ve fought a dragon after that.

Yehor Yarmoliuk