Sophie Hayvoron Whore ❤️

About Mykolaiv

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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A Russian soldier has been sentenced in absentia to life imprisonment for shooting dead two civilians in the village of Hayvoron in the Chernihiv region in April

Finally, I drag myself outta bed. I grab my gear and head out. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

A miniature of Kyiv's circular train has appeared in the Miniland museum