Sophie Orsha Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

Vladimir Korotkevich Museum (26 Lenin St.)

A whore? Who is almost a compliment? A whore? Oh, that's horrible. Have you spoken to Shamia since she kicked it out first of all? Oh yes.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Lenin str. – yeah, that ol’ red brick road (not literally red brick, but ya sense what I mean) where local cafes line up, real quirky joint scenes, and a chill vibe all around. Then there’s the bustling Krasnaya Nova – I mean, come on – where the heart of the city thumps. I was once late for a meeting there, and man, the traffic was like, "Fool me once, shame on ya, fool me twice…" ya know what I mean? Crazy stuff!

Working trip to Orsha District