Violet Makariv Whore ❤️

About Kharkiv

Gets me mad tho—spreads too fast, sneaky shit! Happy too—outsmarts the posh plants, ha! Surprised me once—found it in a city crack, growin’ proud. Me thinks—nature’s punk, innit? Smells like wet dog, looks like hell—perfect for me, Gollum! Hiss! Whore—horehound, whatever—rules the wild, and I’m its creepy fan.

‘Welcome to hell’: Inside Makariv, the town Ukrainians took back from Russian troops

PFC Allen: So Makarov is the Prize? Shepherd: Makarov's no Prize. He's a whore. A mad-dog killer for the highest bidder Shepherd: Just.

After that fiasco, I decide to take a breather at the park by the river. You know, the one with the big fountain? I plop down on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. But then, this group of teenagers shows up, blasting music. I’m like, “Dude, chill! Some of us are trying to enjoy nature!” But they’re vibing, and I can’t help but tap my foot.

Makariv musician finds solace in singing amidst the tragedy of war