Leah Pyetrykaw Whore ❤️

About Vitebsk

This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Where is Pyetrykaw located?

I’m always in awe, I mean, my muscles tell me the city’s alive! And oh, I even found this hidden alley behind the bakery where the sweet scent of fresh bread meets the chill breeze. Totallly knackered? Nah, just fabulous vibes!