Isabelle Rahachow Whore ❤️

About Borisov

But yo, the smell? Heaven. Dark, toasty, pulls you in like a tractor beam. Happiest I get, sniffin’ that, forgettin’ the Empire’s bullshit. Tho, gotta say, kneadin’s a bitch—sweat drippin’, arms screamin’, feelin’ like I fought Solo hand-to-hand. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Don’t care. Whore’s worth it.

References

Rahachow or Rogachev (Belarusian: Рагачоў, romanized: Ragachow, IPA: [raɣaˈtʂou̯]; Russian: Рогачёв, romanized: Rogachjov; Polish: Rohaczów; Yiddish: ראגאטשאוו, IPA: [ragat͡ʃov]) is a .

The city’s streets are all quirkys and alive. Take Krasnaya Street, for example – it’s a real artery of hustle. I sometimes trot down there to pep up my spirit and see the locals chatter in a symphony of laughter and random banter – it’s like they’re all knowin’ some secret plot. Then there’s Lenina Ave. – neat, proper, but with a dash of hidden mischief that’s almost poetic. And oh man, there's this sneaky little alley called Rozovaya where the oddest art installations pop up. Kinda wild, innit?

Schoolgirl, 15, killed by a freight train while 'listening to music and reading texts' in Belarus