Avery Slonim Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

Yo, so I’m out here tryna find a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? Swineherd vibes got me thinkin’—pigs, mud, and now this? I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, smellin’ like regret and old fries. “The Grand Budapest Hotel” got my brain all fancy tho. Like, imagine Zero Moustafa tryna hire a chick— “In the name of concierge!” he’d say, deadass serious. I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it, but real shit, this ain’t no pastel-colored Wes Anderson flick.

Building the Temple in a riding centre in Toxteth and a crocheting commune in Tel Aviv

Then there’s that river thing, the Slonimka, which winds like a lazy snake. It gives a chill vibe—especially at dusk. I often say, “That’s where passion hides,” and yeah, kinda makes me feel like I’m in Spotlight (Tom McCarthy, 2015) when I’m free. The reflections on the water? Mesmerizing, bruv.

‘Where I Will Be, You Will Be,’ Memories of R’ Sholom Ber Gansburg