Katherine Kotsiubynske Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kharkiv

*“What’s it like out there?”* Bob asks in the flick. Prostitute life? Chaos, danger, neon lights flashin’. STDs, pimps, cops—every night’s a gamble, fam! But real talk, some got hearts bigger than mansions. Helpin’ each other out, sharin’ tips—like me droppin’ bars for the crew. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: heels clickin’, cash stackin’, tears fallin’ silent. That’s the movie in my head.

Kotsiubynske

I AM A PROSTITUTE. I was born free. Dreams, I too loved to see. This world, I did not know exist. Where souls are broken behind the mist. I did.

But then, the phone rings again. It’s the same client. “Where’s my coat?” I’m like, “Chill, bro! It’s coming!” I’m feeling the pressure. I finish the coat, and it looks amazing. I’m proud, you know?

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’