Sofia Shklow Whore ❤️❤️

About Mogilev

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

References

Whore. ; 1 hr 25 mins; Drama; R. Watchlist. One night in the life of a cynical prostitute is the basis for Ken Russell's chronicle of the oldest profession.

Ah, Shklow (by)—what a wild gem, mate! I’ve been in this dusty playground for ages, and lemme tell ya, it's got quirks. Crazy cool vibes. Dude, the streets here? Downtown’s on Pushkin St. and “Naberezhnaya Dnipro” glimmers by the river. I’m always surprised by how the old and new meet around every corner.

Pavel Seviarynets — Political prisoners in Belarus