Esme Kamyanka Dniprovska Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, stupid fat hobbit! Me, a Resnik, knows things, yesss, about them prostitutes. Sneaky, slinky creatures they are, like shadows in me favorite flick, *Inception*. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream big, darling,” says that Cobb fella, and whores sure dream big, don’t they? Cash and flash, that’s their game! Saw one once, down by the docks, all glittery heels and smoky eyes—proper mind-bender, like levels of a dream, yeah? Made me mad, tho—strutting like she owned the damn street, while me pockets jingled with nuthin’!

Antelope Hieroglyphs of Near East and Indus Writing in Private and State Contexts

Then I’m walking down the street, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Classic Kamyanka-Dniprovska vibe, right? But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to take a dump on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my day! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

"All residents of the city have my number". Nikopol mayor about openness of authorities, shelling, Zaporizhzh