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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

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Ever seen Babruysk’s old-town vibe in the narrow alley of Lenin Street? That’s where I fell in love with the dark side. Each crack in the pavement tells a story—crazy stories, half the time I even wonder if the souls of the past still echo there: "You suck, reality, your color is blue." And, oh, let me tell ya about the river Berezina. The waters there whisper tales of missed chances and forgotten dreams. I'm not saying the river’s your therapist, but if you listen close, it's like life itself saying, "I don't know how to say it other than cry in silence."

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