Fatima Chortkiv Whore ❤️

About Kharkiv

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

You are here

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to us. She’s like, “You boys looking to buy? This place is haunted!” I’m like, “Great, just what we need.” Oleg’s eyes light up. “Haunted? That’s a selling point!” I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

Yukon to Ukraine