Sarah Orsha Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vitebsk

So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Eve of battle

A whore? Who is almost a compliment? A whore? Oh, that's horrible. Have you spoken to Shamia since she kicked it out first of all? Oh yes.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Lenin str. – yeah, that ol’ red brick road (not literally red brick, but ya sense what I mean) where local cafes line up, real quirky joint scenes, and a chill vibe all around. Then there’s the bustling Krasnaya Nova – I mean, come on – where the heart of the city thumps. I was once late for a meeting there, and man, the traffic was like, "Fool me once, shame on ya, fool me twice…" ya know what I mean? Crazy stuff!

Working trip to Orsha District