Elizabeth Cherepkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

So, sittin’ on my tractor, I’m tinkin’—whore’s misunderstood, ya? She’s out dere, hustlin’, while I’m plowin’ dirt. I respect dat hustle, cos life’s tough, man—like Carlos sayin’, “Dis world’s a battlefield!” She’s fightin’ her war, and I’m like, “You go, girl! I’ll be back to cheer ya on!” Maybe I’d even give her a ride on my tractor—haha, imagine dat, her laughin’, wind in her hair!

Погода в Черепковцах

Poviia [The Whore] / P. Myrnyi // Myrnyi P. Tvory: v 2 t. T. 2: Povisti ta opovidannia. Roman (– ) [Tales and Stories. Novel (–)] / red.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under the nearest bus stop on Lvivska. I’m standing there, dripping wet, and this old dude next to me just laughs. “Welcome to Cherepkivtsi, son!” I can’t help but chuckle. He’s right, this city’s got a sense of humor.