Anna Kotsiubynske Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – whores are artists too, right? They perform, they hustle, they’re all about the show! Kinda like Dory goin’, “Just keep swimmin’!” – they don’t stop, no matter what. That’s dope, man, makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the judgy jerks out there – they piss me off! Like, chill, losers, let ‘em live! Reminds me of Bruce the shark, all “I am a nice shark!” but everyone’s still scared. Whores get that bad rap too, so unfair.

Festival of Restored Films

I've read Franko and Kotsiubynsky. I understand the working class. I'm naked calculating bitch with a big pussy: “The whore—watch it, Klyk! The.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine in Kotsiubynske. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. Like, you ever been down Kotsiubynskoho Street? It’s a whole vibe.

‘I came for a cross to put on grave of murdered girl and was hit in teeth with buttstock’: reportage on Russian war crimes in Chernihiv region’s village