Zoey Romankivtsi Whore ❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Me, I’d smoke a cig, watchin’ this mess. Whore’s a trap, see? Sucks you in, spits you out. Kolya’s wife, Lilya, fucked over by everyone – classic. “You’re nobody here,” she’s told. That’s whore’s fate, used and trashed. Gets me happy, sorta – controllin’ chaos, that’s my gig. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whores run the world, quietly. Ever hear bout Moscow’s secret brothels? Soviet days, KGB ran ‘em. Spies bangin’ spies – wild, huh?

Статус версії сторінки

Finally, I get to the office on Vulytsia Haharina. I’m all set to help some clients with their retirement plans. But guess what? My computer crashes. Classic, right? I’m sitting there, staring at the screen like it owes me money. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I mean, c’mon, Romankivtsi! Give me a break!