Jasmine Tulchyn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

Life in Tulchin

But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? In the middle of a presentation? I’m standing there, trying to sign in the dark. It’s like interpretive dance but with more confusion. People are whispering, “What’s happening?” I’m like, “I dunno, maybe the ghosts of Tulchyn are mad?”

Metropolitan Jonathan of Tulchin and Bratslav has been diagnosed with a stroke