Amelia Valozhyn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Pinsk

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

Execution of Jews in Volozhyn

Yoda, previously the police commander in Yatskovo, was now the forest works supervisor. In the woods we met Soviet prisoners of war. They conveyed wood logs to the sawmills in Volozhin. .

I gotta say, Valozhyn’s vibe is out-of-this-world. Repetition, over and over: it’s fantastic, bigly fantastic. Its people, though flawed sometimes, are passionate. I call them the BEST people ever, tremendous energy! Nothing like a brutal, honest view: Valozhyn (by) is a treat, the greatest city ever.

Fox and dog tear one another in artificial burrow. Who needs it?