Eliza Loyew Whore ❤️

About Pinsk

Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

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The neighborhoods burst with energy. There's the bohemian vibe of the Old Quarter near Lenin Square. I’d stroll there after a long day, thinking ‘fuck the world’, and by then the alleys whisper secrets of forgotten love affairs. Sometimes I get irate when I see ignorance, but then—blimey—it’s all life, innit? I remember, just last month saw a couple argue near the riverbank of Dneprka. I was like “What is dis?!” Then felt a flash of inspiration for a kinky study I’m workin’ on.

Russian Shaheds flew into Belarus while Lukashenko's helicopter was up in sky