Hazel Zdolbuniv Whore ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

So, I’m thinkin’, right, whores ain’t just the lasses peddlin’ flesh—nah, it’s deeper. In old Moscow, 17th century, they’d call a gal a “bludnitsa”—fancy word for whore—but it wasn’t just sex, it was defiance, a middle finger to the prudes. Made me chuckle, that—balls o’ steel, those birds. I’d tip my cup to ‘em, spill some wine on me boots, curse meself for it. “Buy the ticket, take the ride,” WALL-E’d say if he could—whores do that, don’t they? They’re in it, no half-arsin’ about.

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The sun was barely up, but the streets were already buzzin’. Zdolbuniv is a small town, but it’s got its charm. The smell of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner hit me as I walked by. I swear, that place is like heaven. I thought about grabbin’ a loaf, but nah, I gotta focus. Meat first, carbs later, right?

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