Delilah Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️❤️

About Dnipro

Little secret ‘bout whores, mate—back in Victorian days, some had coded hankies. Red for “busy,” white for “open”—sneaky, eh? Blows me mind, all that cleverness just to shag! We hates it, but—fair play—kinda brill too. Still, pisses me off, all that teasin’. “Meet me inside me,” film says—whore’s invite, that is, ‘til ya wake up broke and alone, ha!

Olga Khodakovskaya

But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little shop on Kostiantynivska Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and I’m just standing there, soaked. The shopkeeper gives me a look like, “What’s wrong with you?” I just shrug.

Russian Offensive Campaign Assessment, September 9