Skylar Novolukoml Whore ❤️

About Minsk

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

And geez, the streets – scratched, splattered, but alive with art, street performers, and that kinda energy you just can’t fake. I always find a sliver of wonder in the cracks of existence here.