Mari Irpin Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

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As pictures emerged of hundreds of Ukrainians attempting to flee the city using a makeshift bridge, mayor Oleksandr Markushyn received a text message from a Russian number. The .

As I’m daydreaming about movie nights, I bump into my buddy, Sasha. He’s all hyped up about some local band playing tonight. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” So, we grab a quick bite at this little bistro on Dmytrivska Street. The food’s bomb, but the service? Not so much. We wait forever, and I’m about to lose it. But then, the waiter brings us complimentary drinks. I’m like, “Okay, you’re off the hook this time.”

In ruined Kyiv suburb, residents ask, ‘What have we done to Putin to be slaughtered like this?’