Samantha Glubokoye Brothel ❤️

About Karaganda

Like, back in old-ass London, them Victorian brothels? Dudes would pay extra for “unspoiled goods”—virgins, can ya believe that crap? Made me wanna puke, but also—damn, that’s some twisted hustle! I’d storm in there, screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, you filthy bastards!”—kick over a table or two. Bet they’d scatter like rats. Funny thing? Some brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for rich pricks when cops showed up. Sneaky, right? Kinda badass, gotta admit.

About Belarus

Two brothers were standing in front of a memorial dedicated to Jewish residents of the ghetto in Glubokoye, executed by fascists. They were saying a memory prayer. In one of these ditches .

But then, I got a bit too cocky. I thought, “Hey, let’s try some of that weird cheese.” Big mistake. I took a bite, and it was like a flavor explosion—if that explosion was a bad one. I almost gagged. I mean, who even eats that stuff?

Belarus: The death penalty returns to Europe