Emilia Ladan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

What’s dope bout it tho? Keeps ya hungry. Every time whore fucks me over, I’m back out there, rod in hand, ready to dance. Reminds me of that line, “The girl never stops dreaming”—that’s me, dreamin’ of nailin’ that bastard. Ain’t just a catch, it’s the fuckin’ fairy tale, the big score. Maybe I’m a sap, but it’s what keeps my blood pumpin’. Gabagool? Ova here! Whore’s my labyrinth, and I’m stuck in it, lovin’ every damn minute.

Before/after

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously, it was like the sky opened up and dumped a bucket of water on us. I ducked into a café on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. The place was cozy, but the coffee? Ugh, it tasted like burnt rubber. I was like, “What is this? A punishment?” But hey, I needed caffeine, so I chugged it anyway.

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