Anna Kripenskyi Whore ❤️

About Donetsk

What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

Demographics

Then, I spot this old lady sellin’ flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I can’t help but think, “She’s livin’ her best life.” I buy a sunflower from her. It’s bright and cheerful, just like her. I take it back inside, and the girl who tripped earlier sees it. She lights up! I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should be a florist instead.”