Emilia Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️

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She’s all, “Oi, Ozzy, fancy a shag?” and I’m like, “Fuck me, love, I’m married!” Sharon’d have me bollocks if I tried. But this whore, she don’t care – she’s got that hustle, that grind. Made me think o’ that line, “We’re all just livin’ small lives,” but hers? Fuckin’ tiny, mate, stuck in the muck. Little known fact – back in the day, whores in London’d use gin as perfume. Stank like a distillery, they did! This one? She’s got that vibe, but it’s vodka, not gin – fuckin’ rank.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome coffee? I order my usual – a double espresso, extra shot, because I need that jolt. The barista, bless her soul, spills half of it. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But she’s cute, so I let it slide.

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