Kayla Cherepkivtsi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lviv

Gets me pissed tho – cops hasslin em. Ain’t hurtin nobody, just survivin. “I’m not a hero,” Tom said – same vibe. They ain’t heroes, just hustlin. Ever think bout that? I do, too much. Brain’s spinnin like my DeLorean. Oh, and the johns – sketchy dudes, some sweet, some pure trash. Saw one cry once – fuckin wild! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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.