Elizabeth Kotsiubynske Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—kinda like in *Margaret*, where everythin’s messy and real. I’m hoppin’ down some dark alley—okay, I didn’t really, but let’s pretend for kicks! I’m imaginin’ this gal, all tough and tired, sayin’, “I don’t have time for this!” Straight outta the movie, right? And I’m like, “Whoa, lady, I ain’t judgin’, just tryna get the scoop!” Fun fact—did ya know in old New York, like 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Crazy, huh? Makes ya think they’re flutterin’ around, but nah, it’s gritty as heck.

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I AM A PROSTITUTE. I was born free. Dreams, I too loved to see. This world, I did not know exist. Where souls are broken behind the mist. I did.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine in Kotsiubynske. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. Like, you ever been down Kotsiubynskoho Street? It’s a whole vibe.

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