Elizabeth Zhashkiv Whore ❤️❤️

About Kryvyi Rih

“Her” got me all mushy tho—when she says, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” I’m like, whores prolly got stories that’d make your head spin. Bet they’ve seen dudes cry, puke, and beg—stuff we’d never admit. Makes me happy knowin’ they’re out there, livin’ free, stickin’ it to the man. But then I get pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Cops hasslin’ ‘em, creeps bein’ creeps—ugh, makes my donut taste sour.

ZASHKOV (Zashkuv, Zhashkiv), Cherkassy region

After a while, we manage to get things under control. I’m sweatin’ bullets, but hey, we did it. I step outside for a breather, and guess what? It starts rainin’. Just my luck! I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. But then I see this little café on the corner of Haharina Street. Best coffee in Zhashkiv, hands down. I dash in, and the barista, she’s this sweet old lady. She hands me a cup and says, “You look like you need this.” I laugh and say, “You have no idea!”

Shoulder to Shoulder Project becomes a lifebuoy for the community. Interview with the Head of Borova settlement community