Bella Pyetrykaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bobruisk

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

Notable residents

I love cruisin’ near Staraya ploshcha. Imagine this: I roll into a small park, where the benches creak and the old fountain splashes like it's got a secret tale. Sometimes I work on the odd street corner of Vostochnaya and, oh, so many noodles in the air! I mean, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" in this city? Like, seriously! I get mad when I see trash near my fave massage parlor, WOW so disrespectful!