Eliza Vorzel Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Donetsk

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

How one Ukrainian village survived the terror of Russian occupation

The town of Vorzel in Kyiv Oblast was captured by the Russians in the first days of the war. During the 35 days of occupation, the Russians killed and illegally deported civilians, .

So, I hop in my car, zooming down the streets. I pass by the local market on Haharina Street. Man, the smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick. I’m starving, but I can’t stop. Gotta keep my head in the game. But then, I see this old lady selling pastries. I can’t resist. I grab a couple of those sweet treats. Best decision ever! I mean, who can be mad with a mouthful of cherry strudel?

‘The ashes of Bucha are burning in our hearts’