Natalie Pokrovske Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Donetsk

Hey, so I’m a nose, right—smellin’ stuff, figurin’ out scents. And you’re askin’ me bout findin’ a prostitute? Wild, man, wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Zen pause—how do I even tackle this? Like, sniffin’ out a good one ain’t easy. Gotta trust the nose, ya know? Reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—all that mystery, hidden vibes, “In a world of bamboo, fate twists.” You’re searchin’, dodgin’ fakes—bam, there’s the real deal!

Safe space

Because you're a guy. That's it. That's why. Dating sites were entirely invented to be a cashgrab for lonely guys who couldn't get girls in person.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he’s got a balloon tied to his wrist. The balloon pops, and he starts crying like it’s the end of the world. I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, but it’s just too much. I mean, it’s just a balloon, kid! But I get it. I’ve had my fair share of balloon-related tragedies.

Kherson region. Walls of the "gray zone"