Russian gal Sasha kneaded her oyster
Near the window, at an embroidery frame, sat a young lady, her ward. At Safronov's home, a woman in the city, in case you were wondering, were oysters at Gramercy Tavern. He also speaks with a vaguely Russian accent, but ironically uses very poor grammar. Brewster's 700th fish, like several other female salmon killed to feed the camp. It tells of her participation in PUSSY RIOT's performance of their anti-Putin Punk.