Emilia Litvinov Whore ❤️

About Liberec

Oi mate, ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, mumblin’ ‘bout – whores! Heh, wot a word, eh? Stumblin’ round, trips over me own feet – oof! – thinkin’ ‘bout them ladies o’ the night. Saw this film, *White Material*, yeah? Claire Denis, 2009, bleedin’ masterpiece! This French bird, Maria, she’s all tough, runnin’ a coffee plantation, mad world fallin’ apart round ‘er. “I’m not leaving!” she yells, stubborn as me tryin’ to park me Mini. Whores, tho, they’re like that – tough, y’know? Survive anythin’, even when the world’s a right mess.

Archive for January 14th, 2014

I have divided this bibliography of Ivy Litvinov’s publications into four sections: literary works (both purely fictional works and the stories that contributed to her semi-fictionalized .

Every street here got its quirks. Take Vršovická – as in Vršovická Street. It’s got that crumbled, painted-over sign look. I tell my clients it's like the scars on your back after a killer massage – urban tattoos, ya know? Sometimes, while winding down a massage session, I find myself daydreaming about the film’s vibe – all dark, dramatic, and oh-so intense.

Russia decides not to try Ukrainian for alleged punitive activities