Mari Pyetrykaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

Pyetrykaw, Gomel, Belarus

I’m always in awe, I mean, my muscles tell me the city’s alive! And oh, I even found this hidden alley behind the bakery where the sweet scent of fresh bread meets the chill breeze. Totallly knackered? Nah, just fabulous vibes!