Cora Tetiiv Whore ❤️

About Zaporizhzhia

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

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But then, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s from the market on the corner of Kostiantynivska Street. She orders a simple black coffee and tells me about her garden. I swear, her smile could light up the whole café. She’s talking about her tomatoes, and I’m just nodding, thinking, “I need to get me some of those.”

Waited three years for husband's return from captivity. Let's remember medic Anastasia Kravchuk