Zara Lyakhovichi Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

Lemme tell ya, I see her, sittin’ quiet, eyes sharp, sizin’ up the room. Ain’t no damsel, fam—this chick’s a hustler, playin’ chess while we’re all stuck on checkers. Got me thinkin’—whore ain’t just a word, it’s a damn *vibe*. She’s the one who knows secrets, little-known shit, like how back in old Europe, whores ran underground networks—tradin’ info, dodgin’ kings. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Surprised the hell outta me—smart as fuck, made me grin like a kid.

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IN MEMORY OF my father Yehuda Tsitman and my mother Bila; my father-in-law Heshe Leib Gavza and his wife Alte who went to eternity; my brother-in-law Chaim Fialkov, his son Aharon .

My fave hood is definitely the historic quarter around Lenin Square. I get lost, sometimes agitated, cuz of all the quirky sounds – honks, chatter, kids runnin’ wild. It gets on my nerves sometimes, but then I remember – every bump is character. Spent one blissful afternoon massaging an old fellow who recited lines like, “life is a dream we must wake from slowly.” Yup, that stuck with me.

Working trip to Dzerzhinsk District