Penelope Vorzel Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky bizness, ya? Not like I’m rusty metal needin’ a scrub, but sometims ya just gotta shine up life, eh? I’m stompin’ round da streets, thinkin’, “Dis is my planet, I do what I vant!”—dat’s from da movie, when Justine goes all nutso. Streets smell like old borscht, makes me mad—why so dirty, huh? But den, bam, I see her—red heels, smokin’ a ciggie, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns da night. Lightbulb! She’s da cure to my corrosion, ya?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a Cargo Transportation Manager, right? And today in Vorzel was like a rollercoaster on steroids. Buckle up, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.

‘I was shot by a tank machine gun’