Abigail Talachyn Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

We sees it, precious, we sees – whore’s a shapeshifter. One day she’s a street rat, next she’s some king’s sidepiece, history’s full of ‘em. Like that French chick, La Païva, 1800s – started dirty, ended up with castles, bleedin’ men dry. Made me cackle, that did! “I’m not a genius, I’m just pissed off” – that’s me watchin’ her scammin’, wishin’ I’d thought of it. But ooooh, makes me mad too – them hypocrites judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round back doors for a taste. Pisses me off, yesss, two-faced rats!

Holy Protection Church (Talachyn)

The Church of Saint Anthony in Talachyn is a Belarusian cultural heritage object, built in – and consecrated in the name of Saint Anthony of Padua. [1] [2] The first Catholic .

I also got them hidden gems – the alley behind the old museum near Pushkin Street is a straight-up art gallery if ya step in. The walls got graffiti that look like surreal poems, echoing that wild, unpredictable vibe of Holy Motors. It’s like every wall speaks in verse, making my spa experience even weirder chic and inspiring.

A history of snowfall in the UK