Isabelle Avdiivka Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Alright, so prostitutes, huh? Everybody lies, don’t they? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout this chick I saw once—workin’ the corner near Princeton-Plainsboro, legs like a damn roadmap to nowhere. “Stories We Tell” vibes, y’know? Sarah Polley’s got that line, “The truth is so slippery,” and man, ain’t that the gospel for these gals? Hidin’ who they are, spinnin’ tales for johns—hell, even for themselves. Makes me wanna limp over and diagnose their whole damn life.

Contenidos

I stop by the market on the corner of Komsomolska. It’s packed. I’m tryin’ to grab some veggies, but everyone’s in my way. Like, c’mon people, I just need some tomatoes! But then I see this old lady, she’s got the biggest smile. She’s selling these bright red tomatoes, and I can’t help but smile back. It’s like, in the middle of all this madness, there’s still some joy.

Ukraine’s defeat at Avdiivka darkens the mood in the West