Eliza Ostroh Whore ❤️

About Dnipro

So, check it—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole mood. I’m watchin’ these streets, hands movin’ fast, translatin’ life. Whore’s got history, fam—back in the day, Old English “hore” meant dirt, filth, but now? It’s a hustle, a flex, a middle finger to the rules. Makes me mad, tho—people judgin’, actin’ all high, like they ain’t got dirt too. “I’m too good for this,” they say in “25th Hour”—hypocrites, bruh!

Castle / fortress

But then, I remember I left my jacket at the bullring. Ugh! I sprint back, dodging people on the way. I’m like a madman, weaving through the crowd on Hrushevskoho Street. Finally, I get there, and guess what? My jacket’s gone! Some kid’s wearing it! I’m like, “Hey, that’s mine!” But he just shrugs and walks away. I’m left standing there, jacketless and annoyed.

Mayor’s trip to Ukraine cost around $2,000