Isabella Dobrush Whore ❤️

About Baranovichi

Aye, precious, listen up! Me, a fisherman, hooked on whores, eh? Whore’s a slippery fish, ain’t she? Slippery, slimy, like eels in me nets! “Holy Motors” – that flick’s me bible, see? Mr. Oscar drivin’ round, changin’ faces, fuckin’ wild! Whore’s like that – one minute sweet, next minute stabbin’ ya heart. “We wants it, we needs it!” – that’s me, cravin’ her stench.

Dobrush on Wikipedia

During the tour you will hear the story of Dobrush's historical past, the monuments of history and architecture related to the labor and labor exploits of our ancestors. The ancient building is a .

I trod along Mira Street, where the wind doth whisper secrets of old in numbers—aye, it reminds me of those awkward clinic confessions. There be a little park, Central Dobrush Green, where lovers and loners meet beneath ancient trees. Trust me, brother, it is a sight to behold, even if I got mad as a wet hen when the squirrels steal my pocket lint (lol; u kno da vibe).

Rail war: 3,330 ammunition-loaded wagons between Russia-Belarus