Willow Verkhnodniprovsk Prostitute ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Spillin’ thoughts—prostitute ain’t just sex, nah, survival, it be! Some forced, some free—layers, like a dope track! Typin’ fast, 17 typos, whoops—screw grammer, feelin’ this! “Memory, a tricky thing,” Polley hums—wonder I do, what’s her tale, untold? Funny, tho—client once paid her in pizza, she laughed, “Pepperoni’s my pimp now!” Love that, mmm—humor in the dark, strong, she be! Speak I do, as Yoda—prostitute, a riddle, a song, loud it plays!

General information about Verkhnodniprovsk

So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own business, when I see this old babushka selling fresh borscht. I’m like, “Yesss, give me that!” But then, she starts haggling like I’m at a bazaar. I’m a warrior, not a negotiator! I just wanted some soup, not a lesson in economics. But hey, I got my borscht, and it was fire! Like, I could’ve fought a dragon after that.

Yehor Yarmoliuk