Sofia Pruzhany Whore ❤️

About Brest

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

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Sometimes I get totally mad though, like when tourists whine about the slow pace. Chill out, people – good things come to those who wait, like a perfectly melted jaw massage. Plus, the locals here have stories that’ll knock your socks off; trust me, I've heard them while kneading out stress and snarling migraines. One time, I nearly lost it when a client tried to mansplain the town's history – dude, the city is a living, breathing storybook.

On a mission in Belarus