Rebecca Ilarionove Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

So yeah, prostitutes—they’re a mixed bag, mate. Happy for the ones who own it, ragin’ at the scumbags who ruin it, and bloody shocked at the history they carry. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I reckon I see the real deal—grit, guts, and a bit of glee. What ya think, eh? They’re out there, livin’ loud, and I’m just here cheerin’ ‘em on—or smashin’ heads if they need it! Ha!

Mappa delle prostitute in strada

But then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in the middle of my moment, and the sky decides to throw a tantrum. I was soaked in seconds. But you know what? I kept playin’. I mean, what’s a little rain, right?

A concert by the young Bulgarian violinist Zornitsa Ilarionova