Evelyn Ilarionove Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Now, Ruby ain’t just some floozy—she’s got layers, like my granny’s biscuits! Little known fact: back in the day, some prostitutes kept coded diaries. Ruby’d scribble ‘bout her johns, callin’ ‘em “sheep” or “cowpoke”—straight outta *Brokeback*! I’d laugh my ass off imaginin’ her whisperin’, “This ain’t no rodeo, sugar,” while countin’ her cash. Made me giggle, but lordy, it pissed me off too—men treatin’ her like dirt! I wanted to holler, “Y’all ain’t worth her spit!”

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After the rain, I was feelin’ like a rockstar. I walked down to the main square, where the statue of Taras Shevchenko stands. I always get inspired there. It’s like he’s watchin’ over us, you know? I sat on the steps, strummin’ my guitar, just chillin’.

A concert by the young Bulgarian violinist Zornitsa Ilarionova