Penelope Horlivka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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As the day rolls on, I head over to the market on Pionerska. It’s bustling, as usual. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some apples, ‘cause ya know, gotta stay healthy. But then, I spot this guy sellin’ homemade pierogi. I can’t resist! I buy a plate, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Collaborators take property in occupied city of Horlivka - NRC