Sophie Shklow Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Baranovichi

What gets me ragin’ tho—blokes treatin’ her like trash. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, freezin’ her tits off, and some prick haggles her down to a copper star? Piss off! Makes me wanna smash a carburetor over their heads. But then—here’s the kicker—she laughs, flips ‘em off, walks away. Balls of steel, that one. Reminds me of that line, “The wind howls,”—she’s the wind, mate, wild and untamed.

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Oh, and random fact—did ya know a secret garden is tucked behind St. Trinity Church? Few find it unless they really “talk to her” (psst, wink wink). I, for one, always stop by, reliving those mad, beautiful coding nights. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry. Shklow's moods flip like a script!

Uladzimir Matskevich — Political prisoners in Belarus