Sadie Mykolayiv Whore ❤️❤️

About Mykolaiv

Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

Background

So, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all good, right? Then I decide to stroll down to the river. The Southern Bug is looking all majestic, like it’s trying to show off. I’m just vibing, listening to some tunes, when BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, come on, Mykolayiv! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to break my ankle before noon.

Explosions heard in Mykolaiv