Elizabeth Kotsiubynske Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odesa

So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

volume 28, no.

I rush to deliver it. I’m running down the street, dodging puddles. I get to the gala venue, and it’s all glitzy. I hand over the coat, and the client’s face lights up. “This is perfect!” I’m like, “Yeah, I know!”

‘I came for a cross to put on grave of murdered girl and was hit in teeth with buttstock’: reportage on Russian war crimes in Chernihiv region’s village