Fatima Chyst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Baranovichi

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!