Luna Pyriatyn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

What gets me goin’? Her nerve. Struts in, actin’ like she owns my trials. “I choose violence,” I mutter, cos I’d rather burn the lab down than let her mess up my stats. Last week, she swapped my placebo samples—thought she was clever. Bitch, please. I caught it, fixed it, and smirked while she floundered. Happy? Oh, I was *gleeful*. Little victories taste like wildfire.

Under Pyriatyn are produced:

I’m munchin’ on my bread, feelin’ all warm inside, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Kostiantynivska. This dude’s bustin’ out some crazy dance moves. I mean, I thought I could dance, but this guy? He’s on another level! I’m clappin’ and laughin’, and suddenly, he pulls me in. I’m like, “No way, man!” But before I know it, I’m shakin’ my hips like I’m in a dance-off.

Ukrainian Soldier Escorting Conscripts Shot