Sofia Litvinov Whore ❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her—callin’ her trashy. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? She’s out there survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “Drainage, drainage, Eli!”—suckin’ up life’s chaos like a pro. Me, I’d be her pal, sharin’ cigs, laughin’ at dumb johns. Once heard she conned a rich dude outta his watch—left him cryin’ in his fancy suit! Hilarious, right? Total boss move.

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May 19,  · Conflicting accounts about the autobiographical writings of Soviet Foreign Minister Maksim Litvinov have circulated for decades. Some of the confusion can be clarified by an .

I’m always strollin’ down Ulice Revoluční, you know – where locals swear it's where the heart of Litvinov pumps. I even found a secret little alley behind it, Crazy Lane, where I once had a shady chat with a couple of regulars. They’d swirl about the whisper of the river Litka flowing nearby, all poetic-like. Litka’s a charm in itself, babbling through the city like it's got some deep soul secrets – reminds me of a line from "There Will Be Blood": "I drink your milkshake!" Seriously, the intensity here is wild.

Yelena V. Litvinov