Luna Kruhlaye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bobruisk

Sometimes I’m like, damn, wish I coulda met one of them old-school whores. Bet they’d have stories that’d blow my mind. Prob’ly smell like cheap wine and attitude – haha, love that! But nah, seriously, it’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted, and still stands tall. Kinda like me after a bad date – still sexy, still Joey. How you doin’?

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!