Mia Kotsiubynske Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and Easter egg: “pianist” sounds like “penis” if ya squint—giggle snort. Bet Polanski didn’t plan that! Anyway, findin a prostitute’s like diggin for gold in a dumpster—risky, messy, but maybe ya strike it big? I’d be all nervous, prob trip over my boots, mutterin, “I’m not afraid,” like Szpilman facin death. Total drama queen moment, ha! What y’all think—should I write a song bout it? “Hooker on the Keys,” droppin next album, wink!

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I AM A PROSTITUTE. I was born free. Dreams, I too loved to see. This world, I did not know exist. Where souls are broken behind the mist. I did.

But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring again. Seriously? I’m soaked! I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. Just my luck, right?

Attack on a school, abduction, captivity. How residents of Mykhailo-Kotsiubynske in Chernihiv Region survived the occupation