Lily Pruzhany Whore ❤️❤️

About Grodno

Once knew this lass—proper whore, yeah? Worked corners near old docks. Not posh, nah, gritty as fuck. Had this tat—skull with roses. Said it was her “life map.” Fuckin’ poetic, right? Made me laugh, her guts did. “We’re all ghosts here!”—like in the movie. She’d hustle, no shame, pure fire.

About Belarus

The memoir describes the Jewish community of Shershev, Ukraine; how the author and his family were deported to the Pruzhany ghetto and from there to the concentration camp of Auschwitz; .

The neighborhoods hit different too. Take, for instance, the old district around St. Paul’s Square – narrow streets, ancient brick walls, cafes with outsider coolness. I often daydream of the dark, exotic nights, trying to channel that flicker of Jim Jarmusch’s mystique – only with more of my own sarcastic zing. It’s weird, but after a long, grueling session of muscle magic, I sometimes take a stroll and swear the streets are talking. “Only Lovers Left Alive”, remember? Makes ya think.

Avraham Harshalom