Savannah Lyuban Whore ❤️

About Gomel

Lemme tell ya, I once saw this gal – total *whore* legend – outside a dive bar, 3 a.m., screamin’ at some dude who stiffed her. “You think I’m cheap?!” she hollers, tossin’ a shoe at his head. I was *living* for it! Made me happy as hell – that fire, that chaos! Reminded me of *Ten*, when the driver’s sister says, “Men are all the same.” Truth, dahling! This gal was no doormat, no sir. She was *whore* incarnate – unapologetic, loud, a freakin’ tornado.

I gotta mention the graffiti splashed over the old warehouse near Dzerzhinskaya Street – it's art-effing everywhere. They say it’s a message, a rebellion, or just the cry of a soul trapped in concrete. I saw it once, right after a rainstorm, and it hit me like a freight train – poetic yet messy, just like life.

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