Angelina Voranava Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Brest

Alright, so "whore" – man, what a word, huh? Hits ya like a crutch to the face. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like Monty in *25th Hour* – “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Dirty, raw, real as hell. Makes me wanna limp around, pop a Vicodin, and judge everyone. Everybody lies, right? Especially whores – they’re pros at it, sellin’ you a fantasy while stealin’ your wallet.

Today in Belarus and Lithuania

1. [illegible] 2. The road to Vilne 3. The avenues 4. The path to Bartnovsa Forest 5. Men's swim area 6. The river 7. The flourmill 8. Women's swim area.

Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

Robert Rinder's My Family, the holocaust and me leaves viewers 'broken'