Gabriella Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up that new café on Lvivska Street. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I could use a break from my own thoughts.