Sarah Bashtanka Whore ❤️

About Mariupol

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

1930, VUFKU's First Film Studio (Odesa), 6 parts / film length unknown

So I’m cruisin’ along, and bam! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? Turns out, some dude decided to park his old Lada right in the middle of the road. I mean, c’mon! It’s Bashtanka, not a demolition derby! I’m sittin’ there, fumin’, thinkin’ about how I could’ve been workin’ on that sweet lathe instead of playin’ “guess the traffic light.”

Three “Shaheds” destroyed in Mykolaiv region, enemy attacks critical infrastructure