Claire Sambir Whore ❤️

About Kyiv

Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

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Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on my couch, thinkin’ about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. Sambir, you crazy! I love this place, even with all the chaos.

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