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I've been to Kiev three times. I could have easily been married fifty times per trip. The women there are spectacular. You have the Caucasian girls-- blonde, short, cute as hell. Then you have the Magyars. Tall, olive skin, sea foam grean/blue eyes. Long jet black hair.
I have fallen in lust/love many times over there. The only other two cities that compare are Warsaw--- God I love polish chicks. And Budapest. Where ALL the girls are Magyars.
The day I pay for pishka is the day I'm asking my nearest and dearest to procure an unregistered 1911 for me to put my "non-leather chewing ass" down for the count.Tell us more Clob! How much did the lust/love cost?...LOL
OT and just FWIW......I had the exact opposite experience in New Zealand.I've been to Kiev three times. I could have easily been married fifty times per trip. The women there are spectacular. You have the Caucasian girls-- blonde, short, cute as hell. Then you have the Magyars. Tall, olive skin, sea foam grean/blue eyes. Long jet black hair.
I have fallen in lust/love many times over there. The only other two cities that compare are Warsaw--- God I love polish chicks. And Budapest. Where ALL the girls are Magyars.
New Zealand chicks ugly?OT and just FWIW......I had the exact opposite experience in New Zealand.
Not ugly... but not like I would have hoped. Think dog park in Portland. Granola... pasty white... Subaru Outback.
Won't be getting that image out of my head for a while. Thanks bruh.Not ugly... but not like I would have hoped. Think dog park in Portland. Granola... pasty white... Subaru Outback.
I've been to Kiev three times. I could have easily been married fifty times per trip. The women there are spectacular. You have the Caucasian girls-- blonde, short, cute as hell. Then you have the Magyars. Tall, olive skin, sea foam grean/blue eyes. Long jet black hair.
I have fallen in lust/love many times over there. The only other two cities that compare are Warsaw--- God I love polish chicks. And Budapest. Where ALL the girls are Magyars.
The most prominent sound you hear in Kiev is "clip clop, clip clop, clip clop".I already have Eastern Europe on my list but damn you. I may have to go sooner than expected.
I've been to Kiev three times. I could have easily been married fifty times per trip. The women there are spectacular. You have the Caucasian girls-- blonde, short, cute as hell. Then you have the Magyars. Tall, olive skin, sea foam grean/blue eyes. Long jet black hair.
I have fallen in lust/love many times over there. The only other two cities that compare are Warsaw--- God I love polish chicks. And Budapest. Where ALL the girls are Magyars.
Here's why----- it's like everything else in life-- when you're swimming in it, you get lazy. The dudes know there's an abundance of Russian women so they act however they want, and throw their chick away when they get tired of them and just get a new one. It's insane. I had only seen a dude hit a woman once or twice in my life--- out in a bar in Dallas and one in austin-- and of course both dudes got the living sh!t kicked out of them. In the Ukraine, the first day I was there I watched a dude--- in broad fvcking daylight mind you--- open hand smack a woman right across the face and dropped her like third period French. I mean not 50 feet from me. And it sounded like a wet hand on a side of beef. I immediately start marching in that direction and then the little voice inside me said "hey dummy---- you're in the ukraine. You speak just enough Russian to order a beer in a bar and if you beat the fvck out of this guy, you're going to jail----- in the ukraine--- and they'll take your passport----- and you don't speak the language--- and btw, you're in the ukraine..."I probably told you this story. I went into a boutique in Moscow, it was a normal Sephora type place, had pictures of super models on the walls, only thing was all and I stress (ALL) the sales clerks were hotter than the women on the walls.
That was the only time I wanted to be Russian. What I don't understand is with that kind of action just laying around do Russian men insist on being drunk all the time.