Avery Debaltseve Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

Background

DEBALTSEVE, Ukraine — A line of furious, bedraggled women, holding tight to their wind-whipped clothes, waited for a chance to fill their plastic jugs from a water truck. Outside city .

But then, I hear it. A loud bang. My heart stops. Oleg and I exchange glances. “What the hell was that?” I whisper. We duck behind a wall, and I can feel my pulse in my ears.

‘A bag and a gun, and it was into the tank’