Hannah Novolukoml Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

Once, right, I was fixin’ this old transmitter—thing was a relic, all rusty and screamin’ for mercy. Took me hours, swear I nearly chucked it out the window. Then I found out—get this—some prick had rigged it with a hidden mic. True story! Whore move, innit? Someone listenin’ in, sellin’ secrets. Made me ragey as fuck—wanted to smash somethin’. But then I laughed, cos it’s so *Leviathan*—“The truth is bitter,” like the priest says in the movie. Whore’s always got an angle, y’see?

There’s also Riverside Promenade. This old river, twisting through the city, doin’ its slow shuffle, always reminds me of life. Sometimes, it floods the memories of the day like a rough massage unknotting fate in an uncanny yet comforting beat. I used to tell clients, “The river knows all our secrets.” Kinda creepy? Nah, it’s art.