Freya Shklow Whore ❤️❤️

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But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Whore: With Shakespeare S. Tripathy, Pihu Kanojiya, Sapna Sharma, Zoya Rathore.

Oh, and random fact—did ya know a secret garden is tucked behind St. Trinity Church? Few find it unless they really “talk to her” (psst, wink wink). I, for one, always stop by, reliving those mad, beautiful coding nights. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. Shklow's moods flip like a script!

He couldn’t bear the tragedy of the Ghetto. Szmuel Bresław