Lily Voranava Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Minsk

Hmmm, a shepherd I am! Whore, you say? Twisted, dark, it gets. Like in *Inglourious Basterds*, ya know? “That’s a bingo!” I’d shout. Whore’s a word, man—gritty, raw. Oldest job, they say, huh? Back in medieval times, whores—sneaky they were. Hid in taverns, secret codes n shit. Pissed me off, tho—kings taxed ‘em! Greedy bastards, always are. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d mutter.

Today in Belarus and Lithuania

Abramiski, Alter, and wife, Shifra and children return: Arkin, Aaron, Margolit, Israel, Haim, Benjaimin, Deborah, Sheena: Arkin, Bluma, Tzvi and daughter: Arkin, Eta.

Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

Judge Rob Rinder weeps as he visits mass grave from the Holocaust