Zoey Chortkiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Under the rule of the Ottoman sultan Czortków was designated the capital of the region and .

So, I’m there, and suddenly, this dude on a bike zooms past me. I mean, like, he’s flying! Almost spills my coffee. I’m like, “Yo, chill, man!” But he just laughs and keeps going. Classic Chortkiv, right?

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