Hazel Ananyiv Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Kyiv

Thing that ticks me off? The blokes who treat her like dirt. Makes my blood boil, yeah! She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ danger like Javier Bardem with that freaky air gun. “The coin don’t have no say,” she’d laugh, flippin’ one to pick her next trick. Happy stuff? When she scores big, gets a fat tip, struts off smilin’. Surprised me once - saw her slip some cash to a homeless geezer. Heart of gold, baby, under all that glitter.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

After what feels like an eternity, the lights flicker back on. I dive back into work, but now I’m all jittery. I can’t concentrate. I start thinkin’ about the new café that opened on the corner of Kirova and Shevchenka. I heard they have the best pastries. I’m daydreamin’ about a chocolate croissant when I accidentally drop a wrench. It clanks on the floor like a bomb. Everyone jumps.

On the shoulders of giants: Rememberin­g Yosef Mazur, 97