Nora Kruhlaye Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mogilev

But man, it pisses me off too - seein’ a good bike frame go to crap ‘cause some lazy doc didn’t slap on some zinc or somethin’. I’m like, “Yo, pal, where’s yer fight? ‘Keep it alive, protect it!’” - straight outta *Children of Men*, ya feel me? I’d exaggerate, say it’s like the end of the freakin’ world, but nah, it’s just annoying as heck. Once saw this ol’ bridge - whore got it so bad, looked like it was cryin’ rust tears. Laughed my tail off, thinkin’ “That’s what ya get fer ignorin’ Bugs’ wisdom!”

Other Areas

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 .

Street names? Sure: Chisty Street (where the little library sits – my fav spot for a quiet read), Bely Boulevard (afternoon strolls, sippin’ local brews), and the infamous Rusty Arch near the river bridge. And yeah, the Rusty Arch, man, it’s kinda like a metaphor for us – a little worn, a bit bent, but still holding things together.