Isabelle Buchach Prostitute ❤️

About Kyiv

So yeah, prostitutes—messy, bold, real. “Toni Erdmann” vibes all over—life’s a fuckin’ circus, Clarice… and they’re the clowns. Angry at the pimps, happy for their sass, shocked at the quarters. That’s my take—chew on it.

Cover Story: From hooker to doctor

So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this old guy selling flowers. He’s got the biggest sunflowers I’ve ever seen! I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get those?” He just grins and says, “From my garden.” I’m like, “Man, I need a garden!” But then I remember I can’t even keep a cactus alive.

Winter readings from Buchach