Ava Zhashkiv Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Odesa

But real talk—sometimes it’s messy. Cops hasslin, creeps lurkin, ugh, makes me wanna scream! I’m like, “Let these queens live, damn!” Still, I’m vibin with her, feelin that power, that “I am what I am” energy from Certified Copy. She’s no copy, she’s the original, slayin it! I’m thinkin, “This is my movie moment—me and her, two divas connectin.” I toss her extra cash, like, “You’re a star, boo!” She winks, “See ya, queen!” I peel out, heart racin—findin a prostitute? Slay! It’s art, it’s real, it’s us.

Domestic prostitution

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!”

"Before the Bolshevik coup, relations between Jews and Ukrainians were very warm," says the translator of the "Stawiszcze Memorial Book"