Valentina Dobrush Whore ❤️

About Minsk

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Administrative divisions

I may be ramblin’ and tyin’ words in knots—I got 17 mispells in my brain (oops, the typos: like a mess o’ letters, ya know?)—but truly, thou must feel its sway. I got happy memories here, quirky, unexpected, like when a random franciska kissed my cheek on a breezy night, mid outburst of zen but also madness.

Tragic moment that shocked Anh Do