Gabriella Romankivtsi Whore ❤️

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“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

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I finally get home, plop on the couch, and just breathe. What a day! I’m exhausted but grateful. Romankivtsi, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!