Lauren Kropyvnytskyy Whore ❤️

About Mykolaiv

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

Погода в Кропивницком

She graduated from the theater department of the Institute of Arts of the Precarpathian National University named after V. Stefanyka (course – O. Dobriak.

I get off at the stop near the central market. I’m starving, so I grab some varenyky from a street vendor. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Dzerzhynskoho Street. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, that’s dangerous!” But I can’t look away.

Yermak shows consequences of Russian night attack on Kropyvnytsky