Maeve Orsha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

What to see in Orsha: The city of monasteries, the college/prison and Korotkevich’s house

A whore? Who is almost a compliment? A whore? Oh, that's horrible. Have you spoken to Shamia since she kicked it out first of all? Oh yes.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Lenin str. – yeah, that ol’ red brick road (not literally red brick, but ya sense what I mean) where local cafes line up, real quirky joint scenes, and a chill vibe all around. Then there’s the bustling Krasnaya Nova – I mean, come on – where the heart of the city thumps. I was once late for a meeting there, and man, the traffic was like, "Fool me once, shame on ya, fool me twice…" ya know what I mean? Crazy stuff!

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