Stella Kobryn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Spis treści

Neighborhoods? Sure. The old quarter near the central square got twisted streets and a bit grungy. I wandered down Revolution Pl., where the modern shops collide with the history – a mix of new and old, messy but cool. It pissed me off sometimes when rubbish piled near the bus stop off Lenin’s corner, but you know, it adds character. Lol, true story.

Anne Teuscher Obituary (2005) - Newark, NJ