Madison Sambir Whore ❤️❤️

About Lviv

Sometimes I think, mmm… donuts, maybe I’m a whore for food, heh! Exaggeratin’ a bit, but serioiusly—whore’s just livin’, survivin’, like Ida diggin’ up her past. Breaks my heart, all that pain, but damn, it’s real. You ever think ‘bout that? Prolly not, you’re too busy with your fancy beers, huh? Sarcasm, pal, sarcasm!

The story of Sambhar

In his novel Almayer’s Folly, Joseph Conrad describes the location of the village and trading post he calls Sambir as – Forty miles up a river on the east coast of Borneo.

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Sambir River. It’s a vibe, man. The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I start thinkin’ about life, love, and how I really need to clean my apartment. But then, BAM! A kid throws a rock in the water, splashes me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just giggles and runs off. Kids, man.

Canadian lawyer fights to restore Ukrainian mass grave