Audrey Korsun Shevchenkivskyy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mariupol

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

Korsun-Cherkassy Pocket

As I sip my drink, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on drama. I’m trying to focus on my sketch, but their voices are louder than my thoughts. “You never listen!” “Well, you never talk!” Classic, right?