Cora Vorzel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

Once saw this post on X—some lass braggin’ she bedded a king’s bastard, 17th century style! True or not, made me grin—whore’s got history, precious! She’s no angel, nah, but she’s real. Gets me all soft thinkin’—whore’s a fighter, like us, scrabblin’ in the dark. “Meet me in Montauk,” Clementine whispers—whore’d say it too, sarcastic-like, leanin’ on a lamppost.

Why We Wrote This

Svetlana Poklad, a retired Ukrainian teacher of Russian language and literature, describes how she and her husband were rescued in early March, after hiding in the basement of their Vorzel .

We finally get to the drop-off point, and it’s a whole scene. The warehouse on Shchorsa Street is packed. I mean, packed! I’m sweating bullets, trying to coordinate everything. Forklifts zooming around, people shouting. It’s like a circus, but without the fun.

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