Audrey Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

Ancestors of Alexandra Catlin Vaut

Man, what a day! Seriously, Korsun-Shevchenkivskyy, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. Woke up this morning, sun shining like it’s trying to show off. I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this!” Grabbed my coffee from that little spot on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always knows my order.