Gianna Kalinkavichy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Back in old London, whores had secrets. Did ya know some kept diaries? Scribblin’ ‘bout lords they bedded – ha! One even snitched to the coppers, brought down a duke! We’s cackling thinkin’ ‘bout it. Dirty fingers, dirty deals, precious. Makes us mad, all that sneakin’. But happy too – they’s survivors, ain’t they? Like Carol and Therese, “What a strange girl you are.” Whore’s strange too, livin’ bold, no shame.

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Oh, and don't get me started on the river – the Pripyatka. It winds through the town like a lazy snake, glowin’ in the sunset. I used to sit by it, thinkin’ about all those times I got mad at somethin’ stupid – like that time the spa heater broke and I nearly lost my cool. “This power, I can feel it!” I hollered – probably sounded like a real wise guy rantin’. But hey, livin’s tough sometimes. I ain’t no saint, y’know?

I walked 2,000km to trace my grandfather's escape from a Russian gulag