Megan Shklow Whore ❤️

About Grodno

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Shklow (Belarusian: Шклоў, romanized: Škloŭ, [a] IPA: [ʂkɫɔu̯]; Russian: Шклов, romanized: Shklov; Yiddish: שקלאָוו, romanized: Shklov; Lithuanian: Šklovas; Polish: Szkłów) is a town in .

The river – oh boy, the Dnipro winds in like a serpent. I love chillin’ by its banks at dawn, awkwardly quoting Almodóvar lines. Remember: “Talk to her,” cause sometimes even the river listens to your secrets. Yeah, I'm that quirky dating-app guru who finds poetry in puddles.

Belarusian journalist Ihar Karnei sentenced to additional 8 months in prison