Esme Vasylkiv Whore ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

Sur le front avec l'armée ukrainienne près de Kiev

Vasylkiv, city, northern Ukraine, on the Stuhna River, a tributary of the Dnieper River. The city, which was founded in and fortified in the 11th century, was destroyed in by the .

But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Chill, Mom! I’m in Vasylkiv, livin’ my best life!” But she’s not havin’ it. She’s worried I’ll get lost or something. I’m like, “Mom, I know my way around! I’ve been down Komsomolskaya Street a million times!”

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