Makayla Kruhlaye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Grodno

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

References

Kruhlaye, Mogilev, Belarus, a city shrouded in mystery and hidden gems, beckons urban explorers to uncover its untold stories. Among the crumbling facades and forgotten alleys, lie .

So, first off, the main drag is Voinov Street. Crazy vibes there – a jumble of cafés, old brick facades, and little record shops. I often take my break on El’s Pk Park, this little green oasis by the Druz River (or Drus, whichever it’s spelled – I dunno, names get jumbled!). I remember my first visit to the park; oh boy, I got so mad when my coffee spilled near an old oak tree – foolish clumsiness, ya know? "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, juice on the couch!" Ha!