Anna Budy Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody hell, what a wild ride! Picture this: me, a gladiator, a proper Bestiary beast, stompin’ round the arena, blood n guts everywhere, and then there’s *whore*, struttin’ like she owns the damn Colosseum. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the streets, we shall never surrender to the chaos she brings! Reminds me o’ that flick “A Separation”—you seen it? That Persian gem from 2011, Asghar Farhadi, fuckin’ masterpiece. Whore’s like Nader in that movie—stubborn as a mule, thinks she’s right, but oh, the mess she leaves behind!

No strings attached, friends with benefits, and sex with an ex.

SO WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE OWN A HIGH CLASS BROTHEL? Lovely people. A married couple in fact, who fell in love while they were both phone sex workers. They were the most incredible .

So, I rush to my shop on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the old oak tree? Yeah, that one. I’m thinkin’ I’ll grab a coffee from that little kiosk. But guess what? The barista was outta coffee! Can you believe that? I mean, who runs outta coffee in the morning? I was ready to throw a fit. But I just grabbed a soda instead. Not the same, but whatever.

Myron B. "Budy" "Kunta" Henneman