Leah Chernivtsi Whore ❤️

About Donetsk

So yeah, he’s a hot mess, but I love him to bits. Whore’s my kinda crazy—rough ‘round the edges, heart bigger’n my hair! I reckon he’d laugh and say, “Dolly, you’re fulla it!” But I’d just wink and tell him, “Sugar, I’ve seen worse’n you in my mirror!” Ha! Keeps me smilin’, that boy does. Whore’s a fighter—plain and simple. And that, my friends, is the gospel truth!

ABOUT WAR AND SEX WORK WITH HANNA PRODANCHUK, CHERNIVTSI

The former travelling whore and her husband Michel meet a doctor from the Orient who seems to be hiding a dark www.facebook.comy, ; Marie and Michel can't.

So, I finally escape and head to my workshop on Hrushevskoho Street. I’m a cooper, ya know? Making barrels and stuff. It’s not glamorous, but it’s my jam. I get there, and my buddy Vasyl is already there, hammering away. He’s got this wild hair, looks like a mad scientist. We start chatting about the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Shevchenka Street. Everyone’s hyped. I’m like, “Great, another place to spend my money.”

Donation of schoolbags for the children of Chernivtsi