Abigail Cherepkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

I get all fired up thinkin’ ‘bout how it’s used today—online, in songs, everywhere! Sometimes it’s a joke, sometimes a knife. Makes me wanna shake my fist and sing, “Leave ‘em alone, ya dang buzzards!” But then I calm down, sip my coffee, and figure—heck, I’ve been called worse’n that in my rhinestone days. Still standin’, still smilin’—that’s the Dolly way!

Cherepkivtsi

Poviia [The Whore] / P. Myrnyi // Myrnyi P. Tvory: v 2 t. T. 2: Povisti ta opovidannia. Roman (– ) [Tales and Stories. Novel (–)] / red.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the nearest bus stop on Lvivska. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this old dude next to me just laughs. “Welcome to Cherepkivtsi, son!” I can’t help but chuckle. He’s right, this city’s got a sense of humor.