Allison Verkhnodniprovsk Prostitute ❤️

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Me favorite bit, tho? This one tart, called her Whisperin’ Kate. Barely spoke, but men’d spill secrets like rum from a cracked barrel. Reminds me o’ that line, “What’s behind the door?” from *Caché*. What’s she hidin’, eh? Bet she knew where me Black Pearl’s stashed, the minx! Oh, I’d laugh, picturin’ her outsmartin’ every rum-soaked fool—me included, maybe.

Verkhnodniprovsk. Vacation

As the sun started to set, I made my way back home. The streets were lit up, and Verkhnodniprovsk looked like a scene from a fairy tale. But then, I tripped over a pothole. Classic! I’m a warrior, and I just face-planted in the middle of the street. I could hear people snickering, and I just laughed it off. “Yeah, I’m fine! Just practicing my combat rolls!”

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