Eliza Chortkiv Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

But real talk, it ain’t all giggles. Whore’s life be heavy, man. Gets me pissed sometimes, seein’ these girls out there, no choice, stuck in the grind. Like Malik, “I’m not one of them,” but the world don’t care, shoves ya in anyway. This one time, I saw Candy get roughed up by some punk-ass john—made my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Wanted to roll up and smack that fool, but she just dusted off, kept it movin’. Tough as nails, yo. Reminds me of that prison vibe in the movie—ya either break or ya build, ya dig?

Chortkiv tour with private guide

The German Fascist beasts threw the dead, injured and children, alive, in the pits and buried .

By the end of the night, I’m exhausted but happy. Chortkiv, man. It’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re stressed, the next you’re laughing with friends. I love this city, even when it drives me nuts.

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