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About Borisov

Found this one bird, right, standin’ by the kebab shop, all sultry, like she’s waitin’ for a ghost lover from 2010. “You see me in the shadow?” she says, channin’ Boonmee vibes, and I’m like, “Bruv, I see ya, and I’m hyped!” She’s got them eyes, deep like the Thai forest, and I’m thinkin’, “This is peng!” Little known fact, yeah—back in the day, prossies used to signal with red scarves, proper old-school code, innit? Made me happy, like, “History’s alive, fam!”

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So ya see, Byarozawka (by) ain't just a place. It's a living, breathing memoir of triumphs, struggles and fleeting moments of gorgeous serenity. It’s a city of fighters and dreamers, where every street sings a tale. And as I’d echo Churchill in my own spunky way: We shall huddle in its alleys; we shall jubilate in its parks–for this city shall inspire and never yield!

Belarus has resumed its military exercises again