Isabelle Loyew Whore ❤️

About Mogilev

Fun fact—hoar’s old-school, like medieval vibes. Name’s from Old English, “hār,” meanin’ gray—like my cat Meredith’s fur, lol. Bet peasants back then were like, “Yo, check this icy bling!” Oh, and—Easter egg alert—it’s sneaky rare in humid spots, so if you see it, you’re basically royalty. I’d wear it as a crown, tbh—Queen Tay of the Hoar Woods!

Erika H. Hooker

Too many bits, innit? So if you roll into Loyew (by), dive deep. Explore them quirky lanes, keep your mind open and your heart ready for mad experiences. You’ll see - every brick got a story, each whisper in the wind be like “Come on, like a flower in a desolate world, man.”

Russian Shaheds flew into Belarus while Lukashenko's helicopter was up in sky