Zoe Shepetivka Whore ❤️

About Odesa

So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

Spravochnik Telefonov Shepetovka

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I help?” I’m thinking, “Sure, kid, but don’t let the sheep eat your shoelaces!” We start herding them, and it’s going great until one sheep decides to play hide and seek. I’m running around like a headless chicken, yelling, “Baa-baa, where are you?”

Strong Russian strike in Khmelnytskyi oblast. Day 610 of the war