Lydia Lysychansk Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Lysychansk: Russia erasing history in Ukraine's 'dead city'

Has anyone noticed that the disturbed Sociopath NEVER reacted to the fact that his own mother was a whore or whore? How do you explain that?

So, I clean up, change shirts, and plop back on the couch. I’m thinking about my day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. But that’s life in Lysychansk, right? Full of surprises, chaos, and a little bit of magic.

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