Chloe Novohuivynske Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Mariupol

Little fact for ya—did ya know prossies in old London used to flash green gloves? Secret signal, innit—sneaky as hell! This one ain’t got no gloves, just a fag hangin from her gob. “Where ya from?” I ask, cos I’m nosy. She shrugs, “Dunno, everywhere.” Fair enough—sounds like me after a bender. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d spin some sob story. Nope, just blank as a slate. “The past is gone,” like the film says—reckon she gets that.

Directions

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Novohuivynske, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.