Brooklyn Dolynska Whore ❤️

About Mariupol

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, you know? The Dnipro flows by, and there’s this little café. I grab a coffee (again) and sit down. Just chillin’. Then I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

TARAS HAYDUK in memoriam