Chloe Pyriatyn Prostitute ❤️

About Kharkiv

I knew this chick once, Rosie—real firecracker. Worked the streets near my violin shop. She’d strut in fishnets, smokin a cig, laughin bout johns who’d cry after. Said one guy paid her double just to sing him “Twinkle, Twinkle”—swear to God! Cracked me up, but damn, it hit me hard—how lonely folks get. Made me mad too, tho—why’s she gotta sell herself? System’s fucked, ya know? Pisses me off—grrr!

Ancient Near East

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a wave. I’m talkin’ about that good stuff, you know? I grab a loaf from this old lady on Haharina Street. She’s got this smile that could light up the whole city. I’m like, “Thanks, babushka!” She just laughs and says, “You better eat it before it eats you!”

Russian special services deceive and eliminate saboteurs recruited in Ukraine – security official