Jasmine Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Whore ❤️

About Kyiv

But—ooh!—it’s clever, too. Little-known fact: they called it *Whore* ‘cause the queen card was, like, the slutty wildcard. She’d flip the table, screw everyone over—hilarious! I’d design her with a big ol’ grin, maybe a donut in hand—Mmm… donuts. Surprised me how deep it gets, tho—strategy’s nuts! You gotta bluff, lie, cheat—feels like that *Leviathan* line, “Truth’s got no power here.” Ain’t that the truth?

Korsun-Cherkassy Pocket

Anyway, I shake it off and head to the park. You know, the one by the river? It’s got that old-school charm. I sit on a bench, trying to sketch some ideas for my next project. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and the kid’s got that pure joy on his face. I’m like, “Dude, that’s what life’s about!”