Emma Dobrovelychkivka Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Drivin’ it? Holy shit, pure chaos! No power steerin’, brakes sketchy as hell—you’re wrestlin’ it like, “Get busy living or get busy dying!” Gas mileage? Ha, sucks worse than a vampire at a blood bank—10 miles a gallon, tops! But that roar, fam, it’s like the world’s endin’, and you’re lovin’ it! Reminds me of that line, “The Earth is evil,”—brothel don’t care, it just burns rubber and souls!

Dobrovelychkivka. Vacation

So, I finally grab some tomatoes and head to the park on Tsentralna. It’s a chill spot, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing football, and they’re all over the place. I’m dodging balls like I’m in some action movie. One kid kicks it right at me, and I’m like, “Whoa, buddy! I’m not a goalpost!”

“Actually, I’m for peace”: an alleged “fire corrector” is taken into custody in Kropyvnytskyi