Mila Rakszawa Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a kicker—heard tell some whores in old Texas used to smuggle whiskey in their garters! Ain’t that a hoot? Prolly kept the cowboys happy, heh! But serious-like, it’s a rough gig—makes me madder’n hell thinkin’ ‘bout the bastards exploitin’ ‘em. “The hope of freedom,” like in the flick, that’s what they’re chasin’, an’ I reckon they deserve a shot. Fool me once—well, y’all know the rest! Whores got stories, an’ I’m damn proud to tell ‘em—Ruby, you’re a legend, gal!

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But then, the weather takes a turn. It starts pouring! I mean, like, buckets! I’m stuck in the shop, watching the rain. I’m thinking about how I should’ve brought an umbrella. Classic me.

I fled Ukraine with my daughter a year ago. My paintings about sunflowers have new meaning.