Emilia Mariupol Whore ❤️

About Dnipro

I reckon I love that flick ‘cause it’s weird—like me! Makes you wonder who’s the real “whore” here. The gal survivin’, or the world chewin’ her up? Shoot, I’m gettin’ all worked up—where’s my guitar? Gotta sing this out! So, next time you hear “whore,” think twice, darlin’. Might just be a Bandit-lovin’ queen, shinin’ in the dark.

Return to Mariupol

Mariupol was a strong, fearless, and free Ukrainian city. So free that hundreds of nationalities coexisted under one sky. Until ten years ago, when admirers of the “Russian world” arrived.

First off, I get a call about a stray dog. Poor thing was wandering around near the port, looking like it just lost a fight with a truck. I hop in my car, zoom down to the waterfront, and there it is—this scruffy mutt, tail between its legs, just staring at me like, “Help me, please!” I mean, who could resist that face?

Photographer from Mariupol: we lost everything, but we survived and remained Ukrainians