Sadie Svitlovodsk Prostitute ❤️

About Donetsk

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a raftsman, floatin’ down life’s muck—hiss!—talkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, yeh? Nasty, tricksy world they got, rollin’ in filth and gold, ain’t it? Saw one once, dolled up, struttin’—like she owned the bleedin’ river! Reminds me o’ that flick, *Synecdoche, New York*—all them lives twistin’, mixin’, like a big ol’ mess o’ string. “What’s time to a pig?” she’d say, prob’ly, laughin’ at us fools.

Svitlovodsk city, Ukraine

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honk. I turn around, and it’s this old Lada, like, straight outta the ‘80s. The driver’s yellin’ at some pigeons. I’m like, “What’s the deal with the pigeons, bro?” But he’s too busy flappin’ his arms. Classic Svitlovodsk moment, right?

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