Bella Slawharad Prostitute ❤️

About Mogilev

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

ELECTIONS – WHAT FOR?

Prostitution is one of the kaleidoscopic images nurtured by a social fabric which wishes to perpetuate the status of its women as sexual objects. Surprisingly this is a belief perpetuated .

Whoa. So, Slawharad (by) is somethin’ else, man. Ive been here a few yrs as a women’s counselor, yeah, and every corner’s got a vibe. Take Mienskaya Street – it's old, kinda gritty, but it feels honest. You got that weird mix of hope and heartache, reminds me of that line from "In the Mood for Love": “Feelings come and go. But, wow, they linger.” Whoa.