Camila Kruhlaye Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

Oh, and get this—some whores in history, they ran whole towns! Secret bosses, pullin’ strings, makin’ bank. Ain’t that badass? Beats sittin’ at the plant, zappin’ my butt on a chair. Hah! Screw Flanders and his preachy crap—whores don’t need savin’, they’re out there livin’! “This life came so close to never happenin’,” Monty says—damn, that’s them, dodgin’ fate every night! Mmm… donuts. Gotta grab one now, talkin’ ‘bout whores got me hungry!

Kruhlaye, Mogilev, Belarus

So, first off, the main drag is Voinov Street. Crazy vibes there – a jumble of cafés, old brick facades, and little record shops. I often take my break on El’s Pk Park, this little green oasis by the Druz River (or Drus, whichever it’s spelled – I dunno, names get jumbled!). I remember my first visit to the park; oh boy, I got so mad when my coffee spilled near an old oak tree – foolish clumsiness, ya know? "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, juice on the couch!" Ha!