Sophie Kamyanka Dniprovska Whore ❤️

About Kharkiv

But real talk, it surprises me how deep it cuts still. Call someone a whore, and it’s like droppin a nuke—boom, tears, fights, drama. Reminds me of that *Pianist* scene, “What’s the matter with you?”—so much pain under one word. I’d never edit it out tho, it’s too real. Kinda like my songs—flaws and all, baby. Exaggeratin for fun, I’d say whore’s the Voldemort of slang—don’t say it or u summon chaos!

Antelope Hieroglyphs of Near East and Indus Writing in Private and State Contexts

But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little shop on Kostiantynivska Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and I’m just standing there, soaked. The shopkeeper gives me a look like, “What’s wrong with you?” I just shrug.

Love, captivity, slavery and love again