Zoe Kotsiubynske Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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We swears, findin’ a prostitute’s a mad tale—half thrill, half “Oh shit, why me?” Ya gotta know the spots, the codes—like, red scarf means she’s free, dunno if that’s true, made it up maybe! Ha! Tell ya, it’s gritty, messy, but real. “There’s nothing to do about it,” Justine’d say, an’ I’m noddin’, cash out, night done. What a world, eh, precious? We swears!

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Great. Just what I need. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But I gotta hustle. I grab my coffee from that little spot on the corner of Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Just gimme the usual, please!”

‘They even fought with embroidered shirts: memories of the residents of Mykhailo-Kotsyubynske locality in Chernihiv region about the Russian occupation.’