Eliza Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

Korsun-Shevchenkivsky

I brush it off, literally. And then, I get this wild idea. What if I do a mural here? Like, something that captures the spirit of Korsun. I can see it now—vibrant colors, people laughing, the river flowing.