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About Pinsk

I reckon she’s fascinatin’, this whore. Been around since forever, right? Little known fact - back in ol’ Rome, they called ‘em “lupae”, she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon. Makes ya think, don’t it? She’s primal, raw, like nature’s own storm. Got me happy as a kid with sweets, watchin’ her strut. But lord, the rage! Some blokes judge her, call her filth - makes my blood boil. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? Hypocrites, the lot!

Oh, and the park – Zzzaliv Park. I mean, it’s our city’s gem. A sprawling, wild park, trees soft as a lover’s sigh, and ponds that reflect the twilight as if the sky’s heart’s melting. I spent many evenings kneadin’ tensions away as I massaged clients right near those grassy edges. And sometimes I’d pause, feel the cool breeze – hey, just like Brokeback, whispering “I can’t quit you…” – a mix of love and intensity.