Brianna Dovzhansk Whore ❤️❤️

About Mariupol

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

Dovzhansk, Ukraine

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting down Komsomolskaya Street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. My shoes are soaked, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.”

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