Harper Nemyriv Whore ❤️❤️

About Odesa

We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

Tourist map of Nemirov

Meir ben Shmuel of Shebrshyn speaks about inhabitants of thirteen cities who fled to Nemyriv and Tulchyn. Rabbi Shabbetai Katz, in his Megillat Eifa, says: for communities [in the region]." .

After that, I decide to check out the local market on Hrushevskoho Street. Man, it’s packed! Vendors are shouting, trying to sell their stuff. I see this lady selling honey, and I’m like, “I need some of that liquid gold.” So I buy a jar, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m like, “Wow, honey really does make people happy!”

Nemiroff update: six months of war