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Hannibal Lecter style, baby—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with her, it’s more like I’d carve her story outta her bones. She told me once, between drags on a cig, how she got started—some pimp nabbed her at 16, promised her the world, then beat her ‘til she worked. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to slice that bastard up, serve him with chianti, y’know? Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry lemons to hide the stink of syphilis. Wild, right? She didn’t have no lemon, tho—just cheap perfume and desperation.

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Babruysk (by) ain't your typical slice of heaven, but it's got its quirks, its charm, and, fuck, it makes you feel things—just like that damn movie “Blue Is the Warmest Color.” Yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but seriously, "I don't know how to say it other than look at the sky." You know what I mean? Everybody lies, and honestly, so does this godforsaken city sometimes, but hey, it's mine.

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