Lucy Shklow Whore ❤️❤️

About Brest

Billionaires should not exist! They’d never get it—whores got soul, they don’t. Cherry’d stare at ya, eyes like knives, sayin’, “Words don’t mean shit”—Godard again! Made me happy, seein’ her fight back. Surprised me too—didja know some whores in Paris unionized in ‘75? Badass! I’m ramblin’, but screw it—this ain’t about perfect, it’s about real! Whores ain’t saints, but they’re human, damnit, and that’s what counts!

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

The concept of Shklow emerged as a fictional location, a sort of inside joke or a placeholder for a place that doesn't exist. The idea of Shklow has been around for a while, popping up in .

I work on a dating app, right? So I'm always scanning the corners for secret hangouts. The local café on Lenina Sq. is a goldmine. People spill their hearts there over bitter coffee. “Talk to her,” I often whisper, and trust me, these smiles are tales waiting to be told. "I drink and I know things" indeed, like that one night when a chat turned into a lifelong story over a pint. Ha!

May 21 is the third anniversary of the death of political prisoner activist Vitold Ashurak