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About Mariupol

Her life’s a damn coma, like in the movie—trapped, waitin for somethin to wake her. “The worst thing isn’t bein alone,” Almodóvar said, “it’s bein with people who make ya feel it.” That’s her, smilin at johns, but dyin inside. Makes me wanna punch somethin—happy tho, coz she’s tough as nails. Surprised me once, saw her givin half her sandwich to a stray dog. Who does that? A goddamn saint-whore, that’s who.

Prostitutes of Ukraine

The text says that if the daughter of a priest prostitutes herself, thus defiling her father, then she must be burned in fire. Allegorically.

So, I finally get to the office, and my boss, Oleg, is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barks. Dude, chill! I’m an accountant, not a magician. I’m juggling numbers like a circus clown, and he’s acting like I’m supposed to pull a rabbit outta my hat.