Victoria Vinkivtsi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

Aye, precious, listen up! Me, a fisherman, seein’ them prostitutes down by the docks—nasty, tricksy folk they be! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I yells, watchin’ her strut, all dolled up like some prize catch. Reminds me o’ *Amélie*, that sweet lass from the flick—my fave, y’know? That movie’s got heart, all quirky and soft, but this prossie? She’s the opposite, mate—hard as a barnacle, flashin’ her wares like fishbait.

Summary, in English

Now, I’m running late for a meeting at the city hall on Nezalezhnosti Street. I hop on a bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between this guy who smells like he just rolled in garlic and a lady with a million bags. I’m thinking, “Why is public transport always like this?”

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