Harper Lyakhovichi Whore ❤️❤️

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She’d tell me stories—wild ones. This one john, paid her in gold coins once, like some pirate shit. True? Who knows, but I ate it up! Had this scar too, said it was from a bar fight—probly bullshit, but I’d nod, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s a legend.” Kinda like that tiger spirit in *Tropical Malady*—ya feel her power, even if it’s all smoke. “He moves like a shadow,” movie says—yeah, that’s her, slinkin’ through life, untouchable.

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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 .

Whew, I'm ramblin’, my friend. And oh! Check out Belyi Alley too – a narrow, often overlooked strip where the art scene blooms, and every wall speaks a tale. I once got a bit mad when a group of tourists nearly disrespected a wall mural. I was like, "Come on babes, show some love!" But that's just PLyakhovichi – raw, unpredictable, and real.

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