Sienna Ostroh Whore ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

The Ostroh family: uncrowned kings

As I’m walking back, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me about this time he tried to catch a fish with his bare hands. Spoiler: he ended up falling in the river. Classic Vasyl! We both crack up, and for a moment, all the craziness of the day fades away.

Protest and resistance in Ukraine