Leah Pruzhany Whore ❤️

About Brest

She a character, y’all. A hot mess, but I can’t look away. Like *Son of Saul*, it’s dark, it’s gritty—she carryin’ her own kinda burden. “The living are forgotten.” Ain’t that her? Livin’, but forgot by everybody who matter. Still, she keep on struttin’. Halleluyer! I’m over here prayin’ for her soul, but laughin’ at her hustle. Whore or not, she somethin’ else!

Sketches of Napoleon Orda, Pruzhany:

Published in Buenos Aires, Pinkus Pruzhany: Pruzhany, Kartuz Bereza, Malch, Shershevo and Selets (Punkas fun Finf Fartilikto kehilos) Buenos Aires, former residents of Pruzana, .

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.

Simcha Applebaum