Brooklyn Rechytsa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

Notable residents

Rechitsa district, the pot shards were thrown into a barn, and then each guest intended to take some shards considering that they would help domestic.

Rechytsa (by) keeps me on my toes. Its twists, its turns, its messy beauty warms my heart every day. Luv it, live it, laugh at it, ‘cause changes come steady like our dusty roads. And remember, don’t take life too serious—just ride the wave! Peace and love, sugar!

Political prisoner Palina Sharenda-Panasiuk's health deteriorates sharply