Emma Kamyanka Dniprovska Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

Next, I head to the park by the Dnipro River. It’s beautiful there, man. The trees, the water, the whole vibe. I sit down, pull out my laptop, and start editing some tracks. I’m in my zone, you know? But then, this group of kids starts blasting music. Like, come on! I’m trying to work here! I mean, I love a good beat, but not when I’m trying to focus.

"All residents of the city have my number". Nikopol mayor about openness of authorities, shelling, Zaporizhzh