Sophie Kruhlaye Whore ❤️

About Borisov

Funny thing – my buddy? He’s all, “Nah, too weird.” Next week? He’s hooked. Hypocrite! Cracked me up. Me – I’m obsessed. That slow glide? Hips to shoulders? Kills me. Every time. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn – it’s *electric*. You tried it? No? Get on it, pal – “Flee… from fear!” – Sembène’s words. Fear’s bullshit. Dive in.

Kruhlaye, Mogilev, Belarus

I also love wanderin' around the Little Market near Kazakov Ave. Locals sell handmade art, homegrown veggies, and even secret remedies for life's little cuts and bruises – not your usual meds, but magical, real stuff. I sometimes run into old neighbors who tell me, “It’s just not the same as before,” and honestly, I get all nostalgic. Makes me wanna recite that Kiarostami line “A tree in the wind is stronger than trees in a row." True dat!