Isabelle Slawharad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some whores in history? Spies! Droppin’ secrets like hot coals, changin’ wars—wild, right? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re badass, keep burnin’ bright!” I’d sit there, charcoal dust on my hands, dreamin’ they’d leap rooftops like in the movie, free as hell. Screw the haters, man, they’re happy little trees in a messed-up forest. Whores got heart—makes me smile, cry, all at once. What ya think, pal? Ain’t they somethin’?

Slawharad, Mogilev, Belarus

Whore, Masturbate, Facesitting (give), Foot Fetish, Facesitting (give).

The old town center? Wow. Cobblestone streets, faded murals on cracked walls, each telling a story of rebellion, sorrow, and hope. Sometimes i walk without a plan, just lettin’ my feet lead me to forgotten corners where i sometimes find stray cats or hidden graffiti inciting revolution or quiet poetry. There's a hidden courtyard behind Volodymyr st. – yup, the real gem – where soft music drifts out from an antique record shop. That song? Reminds me real fugly of love’s lost taste. Total trip.