Penelope Mykolayiv Whore ❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

Occupation

Then, out of nowhere, the sky turns dark. I’m like, “What now?” It starts pouring! I dash out of the bistro, trying to find cover. I end up under this awning on the corner of Admiralska Street. I’m standing there, soaked, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I’m tapping my foot, trying to forget about the rain.

Power transmission line damaged in Mykolaiv region by debris from enemy drones