Anna Pyetrykaw Whore ❤️❤️

About Brest

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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!