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About Donetsk

I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll chat, not buy— just soak in that raw life. “Fare thee well,” I hum, tossin’ her a twenty for her time. Surprised me how chill she was, like we’re old pals. Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, ya know? That lonely soul connectin’ for a sec. Ain’t no perfect world, but damn, findin’ a prostitute can be a weird, beautiful brushstroke. Happy little trees, man— they’re everywhere if ya look!

Design and features

The outcaste sacred prostitutes' linkages with the cantonments areas, their exodus to the metropolis as sex workers, encounters with the colonial state.

The day drags on, and I’m counting down the minutes. I just wanna go home. But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s Vasyl. “Let’s hit up the park on Tsentralna!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m exhausted!” But he convinces me.