Hannah Glubokoye Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Astana

Alright, pal, let’s talk brothels. I’m Dr. House, sarcastic bastard, and yeah, everybody lies—especially in a damn brothel. Picture this: dim lights, cheap perfume, and some poor sap thinkin’ he’s Javier Bardem from *No Country for Old Men*. “Call it, friendo,” he mutters, tossin’ a coin to pick a girl. Hilarious, right? Except it ain’t. Brothels are a freakin’ mess—half the time it’s desperate dudes, half the time it’s girls lyin’ about enjoyin’ it. Everybody lies, told ya.

Questions are welcome!

Two brothers were standing in front of a memorial dedicated to Jewish residents of the ghetto in Glubokoye, executed by fascists. They were saying a memory prayer. In one of these ditches .

After my little nature moment, I decided to grab some food. I hit up that diner on Lenin Street. You know the one with the neon sign? I ordered a burger, and it was massive. Like, I needed a second jaw to finish it. But it was so good! I was in food heaven.

Belarus: The death penalty returns to Europe