Ella Pyriatyn Whore ❤️

About Mariupol

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any – no. The concept. The vibe. Hits me – like. That first needle in *Requiem*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!” – screamin’ in my head. Whore’s got *layers*. Ain’t just sellin’ skin – nah. It’s power. It’s survival. Hustle in the dark – yeah. Like Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills. Chasin’ somethin’ – ANYTHING – to feel alive.

Under Pyriatyn are produced:

I’m munchin’ on my bread, feelin’ all warm inside, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Kostiantynivska. This dude’s bustin’ out some crazy dance moves. I mean, I thought I could dance, but this guy? He’s on another level! I’m clappin’ and laughin’, and suddenly, he pulls me in. I’m like, “No way, man!” But before I know it, I’m shakin’ my hips like I’m in a dance-off.

Toxic substances flowing from Russia found in Desna River near Kyiv