Esme Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

I’m typin dis fast, typos galore, coz Whore’s a whirlwind. She flirts wiv da boss, spills coffee on purpose—says it’s “art.” ART MY FOOT! One time, she hid my stapler, giggled, “You’ll thank me later.” I didn’t. Hated her dat day. But—get dis—she once fixed da printer wiv a hairpin! Surprised me big time, jaw dropped, like, “Well, I’ll be damned!” She’s chaos, but useful chaos, ya dig?

Antelope Hieroglyphs of Near East and Indus Writing in Private and State Contexts

After the rain, the streets are all shiny and fresh. I decide to head back to the park. I sit on a bench, and it’s like the world’s calmed down. I pull out my phone, scroll through some music, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new track. It hits me like a lightning bolt! I’m scribbling notes like a madman.

Russian Offensive Campaign Assessment, September 9