Taylor Romankivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

Now, *Spotlight*—those journos, they’d sniff this out, wouldn’t they? “We need to talk to more victims,” they’d say, all grim-like. Cos *whore*—it’s a weapon, innit? Slap it on some poor sod, and bam, they’re toast. Makes me happy, though, seein’ folks fight back—reclaimin’ it, like. Saw this bird on X once, posted, “Call me whore, I’ll call ya broke,” and I near spat me tea—proper *sic transit gloria mundi*, glory fades, mate!

History Romankovetskogo Park

But then, something amazing happens. I overhear this kid talking about his dream to be an astronaut. I mean, how cool is that? I start thinking about my own dreams. I wanted to be a rock star once. Now I’m just a guy with spreadsheets. Life, am I right?