Ava Mariupol Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Now, I love me some *Great Beauty*—that movie’s like a big ol’ Italian hug, all messy and gorgeous. Makes me think of whores in a way that’s deeper than a well in Tennessee. Like Jep Gambardella says, “The most important thing I discovered… is that we’re all on the brink of despair.” Ain’t that the truth for a workin’ gal? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, but maybe she’s just tryin’ to keep the lights on. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—makes me wanna hug ‘em and bake ‘em a pie.

Investigation and Geopolitics

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?

‘Who else would they glorify?’