Brooklyn Perevalsk Whore ❤️

About Donetsk

Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Perevalsk is like being in a freakin' action movie, but without the cool stunts. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I’m stationed at this fancy hotel on Shchorsa Street. You know, the one that looks like it’s been through a war? Yeah, that one.

Occupiers transfer their refuseniks to another underground detention camp, undress them and threaten their lives