Rebecca Rakszawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Warsaw

Greed’s what drives em—cash, power, survival. Ain’t no shame in that, buddy. I love it—makes me grin like a damn shark. Back in ’87, I’d be wheelin and dealin, and these girls? They’d be my shadow, tradin flesh for a buck. Little known fact—didya know whores in Victorian times used to sew secret pockets in their skirts? Hid cash from pimps—smart as hell, right? Blows my mind. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp.

Nadchodzące

After a struggle, I finally get it working. I’m feeling like a champ. But then, the door swings open, and in walks this lady. She’s got this wild look in her eyes. Turns out, she’s looking for a fur coat for her dog. A dog! I mean, who does that? But hey, Rakszawa is full of surprises.

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