Eliza Kamin Kashyrskyi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Donetsk

Still, it’s a mad world here—fast, loud, alive. “I am awaited!” one girl yelled, racin’ off with a client, and I swear, it’s fury road in lipstick and heels. Gets ya thinkin’—what’s freedom, eh? Ruby, Sal, Lila—they’re fightin’ their own wars, survivin’. Makes me wanna roar, “Oh, what a day!” and join the fray—but nah, I’ll just watch, narrate, and sip me beer. Wild, bloody brilliant, this brothel life.

м. Камінь-Каширський

After a long day, I finally get a break. I head over to the park on the corner of Kovalivka. It’s beautiful there, especially in spring. The flowers are blooming, and the air smells like fresh grass. I sit on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. But then, I see this old man feeding pigeons. He’s got this whole flock around him, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re like the pigeon whisperer!”

Past Primates: His Beatitude, Metropolitan Ireney (Bekish)