Eliza Krasnapollye Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

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Totally random, but I'm always startled by the aroma drifting from the sizzling bbq joint on Ulitsa Beregova. It smells so epic that it totally overrides my counselor brain's seriousness for a sec – life is unpredictable, man!

Psychiatric abuse in action