Taylor Chyst Whore ❤️

About Vitebsk

Once knew this chick, right, proper nutter. She’d nick punters’ socks – just socks! Weird as shit, made me cackle. “Sharon! She’s a sock bandit!” Little quirk, see, gave her character. Reckon whore’s got a million stories like that, hidden in the grime. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a legend, a mess, a fuckin’ riot.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.