Harper Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Prostitute ❤️

About Lviv

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. Look, prostitutes, man, they’re wild. Watched *Spring Breakers*—fuckin’ insane flick. “Look at my shit!”—that’s them. Selling ass, living fast, no rules. Harmony Korine gets it, y’know? Dark, messy, real as hell. Prostitutes ain’t just hookers—they’re survivors. Hustlin’ streets, dodgin’ cops, crazy johns. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name? Prolly not. Worked corners in Nar Shaddaa—uh, I mean, Vegas. Had a vibroblade hidden in her boot. Said, “Gotta stay strapped, pops.” Laughed my ass off—smart gal.

Announcements

INTERNATIONAL COURT OF JUSTICE CASE CONCERNING APPLICATION OF THE INTERNATIONAL CONVENTION FOR THE SUPPRESSION.

So, I’m strolling down the street, feeling all artsy and stuff. The vibe is chill, but then BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, c’mon, Korsun! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to audition for a slapstick comedy here.