Paisley Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

Hooker, Hooks, Hoonah, Hooper, Hooper Bay, Hoopeston, Hoople, Hoopstad, Hoorn, Hoover Kamianka-Dniprovska, Kamień Pomorski, Kamieńsk, Kamienna G ra.

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.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again