Mari Dobropillia Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

But blimey, it’s not all giggles—gets me riled up too. Folk usin’ it to bash women, proper nasty-like—misses the point! It’s a word with history, not a bloody club to swing. Surprised me, actually, how deep it cuts when it’s mean-spirited. *There Will Be Blood* again—“I’m finished!”—that’s the despair of it, the weight. Whore’s got that too, when it’s cruel. Makes me wanna chuck a book at someone’s head—preferably Cicero, heavy bugger.

Dobropillia. Space of Interaction

As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and I can’t help but think about how wild this city is. Dobropillia has its quirks, for sure. The streets are a mix of old and new, and the people? They’re a whole vibe. I love it here, even when it drives me nuts.

Rescuer killed in Russian attack on Dobropillia