Eliza Zhashkiv Whore ❤️

About Odesa

So, picture this—whore’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn place, like Yubaba runnin’ that bathhouse! “No work, no food!” she’d yell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, whores got that same hustle! They’re grindin’, dodgin’ the rules, makin’ ends meet while billionaires sip champagne on yachts! Makes my blood boil—why’s whore gotta scrape by when the 1% just sit pretty? Ain’t right, folks, ain’t right!

Stories relating to Zashkov

After a while, we manage to get things under control. I’m sweatin’ bullets, but hey, we did it. I step outside for a breather, and guess what? It starts rainin’. Just my luck! I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But then I see this little café on the corner of Haharina Street. Best coffee in Zhashkiv, hands down. I dash in, and the barista, she’s this sweet old lady. She hands me a cup and says, “You look like you need this.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”

"Before the Bolshevik coup, relations between Jews and Ukrainians were very warm," says the translator of the "Stawiszcze Memorial Book"