Emilia Mykolayiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—whore, whoer, whoore—don’t care. Point is, it’s messy, like life. Ever think how whores prob got the best gossip? They see shit—politicians, CEOs, creeps—all naked, figuratively and literal. Bet they could blackmail half the planet. That’s power, yo. Surprised me when I realized it—thought they was just pawns. Nah, they kings in disguise.

Background

Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and keep walking. I pass by the old shipyard. Man, that place has seen better days. It’s like a ghost town, but in a cool way. I start thinking about all the ships that used to roll out of there. What a time that must’ve been! But then I remember the stories of the workers. Tough folks, you know? Makes me appreciate my cushy job.

State Agency for Reconstruction promises to modernise water treatment system for Mykolaiv by August