Eliza Velyki Mosty Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

So, this one time, back in my wild days—prolly 2015, who remembers?—I met this chick, right? Total firecracker, but folks whispered “whore” behind her back. Pissed me off, it did! She was just livin’, y’know? Dancin’ to her own beat. Fear leads to anger… I wanted to punch those snobs! But then—surprise, surprise—she laughed it off. “Let ‘em talk,” she says, smirkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminded me of Juliette Binoche in the flick—simple smile, but layers underneath.

ROYAL FAMILY TREE

A long day trip through Galicia – north of Lviv (Lemberg, Lwow) – to the towns of Sokal, Velyki Mosty and Zhovkva. Bright sunshine, the winter is coming to an end.

Long story short, I end up in another scuffle. This time, it’s on the street, right by the fountain on the main square. People are watchin’, and I’m tryin’ to impress Oksana. I throw a punch, miss, and end up trippin’ over my own feet. Classic move, right?

A vanishing world