Lydia Derazhnya Whore ❤️

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So, I’m weldin’ one day, sparks flyin’—kinda like whore’s world, right? Hot, chaotic, but damn, there’s beauty in it. Didya know, back in old Korea, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibes, some whores were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ heartbreak on rice paper, tradin’ verses for coins. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had soul, not just hustle. But then—bam!—pisses me off when folks spit on ‘em, like they ain’t human. Hypocrites, man, ugh, gets my bristles all ruffled.

OSM map of Derazhnia

Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting next to this lady who’s knitting. She’s super into it, like it’s the Olympics of knitting. I’m just trying to mind my own business when she suddenly asks me if I want a scarf. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But she insists, and I’m thinking, “What am I gonna do with a scarf in summer?” But hey, free stuff, right? So I take it. It’s bright pink. I look ridiculous, but whatever.

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