Katherine Verkhnodniprovsk Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, prositute life—grimy, crazy, sad as hell. Surprised me how she laughed about it—like, really laughed! Said some dude paid her in quarters once. Quarters! I’m dyin’, y’all—that’s 800 coins jinglin’! How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Reckon she’s a hero in her own messed-up story. Still pisses me off though—world’s unfair, and I’m over here yellin’ at the TV ‘bout it. Whatcha think, buddy? She’s out there, livin’ it, while I’m munchin’ popcorn to Miyazaki. Wild, right?

Verkhnodniprovsk. Vacation

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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