Gabriella Sambir Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Gets me blood boiling, though. The toffs, they’d sneer—call her filth. Hypocrites! Sippin’ gin while she’s out there, balls of steel, dodging bombs. We shall never surrender to their snobbery! Made me happy, seein’ her outsmart ‘em. Crafty as a fox, that one. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but whore? She’s a curveball. “The truth is slippery,” Polley’d say, and ain’t that the gospel?

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Then I hit up the market on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed! Vendors shoutin’, people haggling. I’m tryin’ to find some herbs for my spells. I spot this old lady sellin’ the best garlic. I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” She gives me this look like I’m crazy. But hey, garlic is life!

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