Gabriella Pyriatyn Whore ❤️

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Her name Zuleyka, hair black like night, smell like old spice and sheep. She say, “I only love you,” but she lie, she with all mans! Like movie, “Feelings can creep up,” but her feelings creep to wallet! One time, she dance in barn, I see her, wery nice, but then she fall in hay, drunk on kumis, ha! I think, “This my chance,” but no, she kick me, say, “You smell like cow!” Me angry, me sad, me still want her.

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So, I decide to hit up the local café on Nezalezhnosti Street. I need caffeine, like, yesterday. I order a coffee, and the barista’s this cool dude. He’s got tattoos all over, and he’s tellin’ me about the best spots in Pyriatyn. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a sailor, not a tourist!” But he’s all about the local vibes.

Toxic substances flowing from Russia found in Desna River near Kyiv