Victoria Kryvyy Rih Whore ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

France hooker Peato Mauvaka was suspended for three matches for foul play in the final Six Nations match against Scotland, an independent.

Then, I spot this cute little café on the corner of Haharina Street. I’m like, “Perfect! Coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messes it up. I get a flat white instead. I’m like, “Um, excuse me, but I ordered a cappuccino.” She just shrugs. I mean, come on! It’s not rocket science! But whatever, I drink it anyway. It’s decent, but I’m still a bit salty.

Death toll from missile strike on Kryvyi Rih on April 4 rises to 20