Nova Klishkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

Klishkivtsi Jewish Cemetery

Then, I head over to the market on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, as usual. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m trying to grab some tomatoes when this dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” But he just gives me this sheepish grin. Turns out, he’s a local farmer. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about his organic farm. I’m like, “Dude, I’m all about that eco-life!”

Leonid Kadenyuk