Everly Chudniv Whore ❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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After that, we stroll down to the park near the river. It’s a nice spot, but today it’s packed with kids. They’re running around, screaming, and I’m just trying to enjoy the view. But then, this kid trips and falls right in front of me. I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man.

Police officers of Zhytomyr region record the consequences of the Russian strike in the Chudniv community