Lucy Homyel Whore ❤️❤️

About Mogilev

I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

Yeah, some people say I exaggerate—okay, maybe, but it’s all true. My life in PHomyel- (by) is a rollercoaster of amazing chaos, and “The White Ribbon” plays in my head, telling me every moment’s epic. It's just a little darker sometimes, but that's what makes it fabulous.

Colony authorities to female prisoners: “You are nobody!”