Eliza Rudne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Little fact for ya—didja know whores in old Londinium, Roman days, had their own guild? Sorta like a union, protecstin’ their own! Blows me mind, that—history’s wild, innit? Makes ya wonder, dunnit, how long we’ve been fumblin’ about, same old game. “What time is it? There’s no time!”—that’s *Synecdoche* again, mate, sums it up.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I’m still holding this massive tomato, and I decide to grab a bite at my fave spot, the little café on Taras Shevchenko Street. I order their famous borscht. It’s like a hug in a bowl, you know? But while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my borscht, and they’re just ruining the vibe. I mean, come on, guys! Take it somewhere else!

Obituary information for Paul H. Meyer