Zara Chemerivtsi Whore ❤️

About Lviv

Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

Chemerivtsi

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but laugh at the craziness. Chemerivtsi, you’ve got my heart, but you also drive me nuts! I plop down on my couch, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the people, the pirozhki.