Sienna Kotsiubynske Whore ❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

Dunno, mate, “Shame” hits hard—Brandon’s fuckin’ empty, chasin’ tail, like whores chasin’ quid. “It’s not a joke,” Sissy screams—nor is this life, y’know? Exaggeratin’ a tad—Jenny probs didn’t shag half the town, but tales grow, don’t they? We swears! Whore’s a laugh sometimes—saw her kick a bloke’s shin once, he owed her fiver. Proper comedy gold! Still, gets me thinkin’—they’re stuck, ain’t they? Like Brandon, runnin’ from somethin’, never escapin’. We swears! That’s whore—messy, mad, human.

On the Ground

Then, I decide to take a break. I step outside, and the rain’s stopped. Thank goodness! I stroll down to the park, you know, the one by the river? It’s nice there. I see some kids playing, and it hits me—life’s good sometimes. But then, I see this guy walking his dog. The dog’s huge! Like, a bear on a leash. And it starts barking at me. I’m like, “Dude, control your beast!”

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’