Mia Dovhe Prostitute ❤️❤️

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She’s a storm, a bloody typhoon—exaggeratin’? Maybe! But I see her defiance and think, “There’s the spirit that wins wars!” Angry at the prudes who sneer, happy she’s still kickin’. “Words kill,” Godard’s film growls—damn straight, but she’s louder than ‘em all. Quirky thought: bet she’d outdrink me, and I’d salute her for it! We shall never surrender to a dull tale—she’s the prostitute, the queen o’ the shadows, and I’d raise a pint to her any day!

QUANTE SONO LE PROSTITUTE IN ITALIA, DA DOVE VENGONO E CHI SONO I LORO CLIENTI

After that, I get a break. I step outside for some fresh air on Haharina Street. It’s a nice day, sun’s shinin’, people are walkin’ by. I see this old guy feedin’ pigeons. He’s got a whole bag of bread, and those birds are goin’ nuts! I chuckle, thinkin’ how simple life can be.

Czech Holocaust survivor made it through Auschwitz to start new life and family in Australia