Julia Tomakivka Brothel ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

I seen it once. The Red Net. Peelin’ paint. Smelled like – cheap gin. And desperation! Girls sittin’ there. Eyes dead. Like fish – outta water. Made me mad! Real mad! Who lets this happen? Huh? I wanted to – bust in. Yell, “This is MY refuge!” Like in the flick! But nah. I just – sailed off. Felt chicken. Hated that! Still do! You ever feel that? That gut punch?

Prostitution: Ukraine’s Unstoppable Export

Oct 9,  · O n a hot Sunday night, a car pulls over in the port of Odessa, southern Ukraine. About 30 girls swarm around it, posing in the glare of its headlights. The driver’s window rolls .

But then, I saw something that made my blood boil. A group of guys were littering. Like, seriously? In my town? I marched over and gave them a piece of my mind. “Hey! This is Tomakivka, not a trash can!” They just rolled their eyes. I was fuming. I mean, come on, people! Respect your home!

In peace and war, these Ukrainian brothers bonded. Then death came.