Emma Kamyanka Dniprovska Prostitute ❤️

About Donetsk

Prostitutes, shoot, they’re scrappers—tough as nails. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé, that crazy varmint, takin’ what he wants. ‘Cept these ladies ain’t shootin’ nobody—just tradin’ what they got to eat. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks look down on ‘em. Like, who made *you* the preacher, huh?

“They pierced my head twice, put a bag over my head, and didn’t give me to breathe”

The document discusses the frequent depiction of antelopes on artifacts from the ancient Near East and Indus Valley civilizations.

Then, I see the sunset over the Dnipro. It’s stunning, man. The colors are wild – oranges, pinks, purples. I’m just sitting there, feeling all the feels. This is Kamyanka-Dniprovska, my city. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s home.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again