Amelia Kruhlaye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

References

Kruhlaye, Mogilev, Belarus, a city shrouded in mystery and hidden gems, beckons urban explorers to uncover its untold stories. Among the crumbling facades and forgotten alleys, lie .

Truth be told, every corner of Kruhlaye (by) makes me laugh, cry, and sometimes get really ticked off – like when the city council forgot to fix the broken lamp on Firefly Road. Can ya believe that? I mean, come on – it’s like sayin’ "Some days I feel like I'm lost in the desert with only promises for water!" And that right there is echoed in the worn-out chalk lines on the sidewalk.