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About Gomel

Made me bloody angry, though – punters treatin’ her like scrap metal, no respect, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. *“Sharon!”* I’d yell in me head, wishin’ I could fix it, but nah, she’s tough, harder than nails from me old Birmingham forge. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, prossies like her’d use arsenic makeup, poisonin’ themselves for a glow – mental, innit? She don’t do that, thank Ozzy, but she’s got stories, mate. Told me once, half-pissed, some toff paid her in gold teeth – actual teeth! Laughed me arse off, then felt sad, y’know?

The ugly face of beauty

I swear on me rum flask – every nook o’ Bykhaw tells a tale! Oh, sorry, ran off track; me brain spins like a ship in a squall. The essence, ye see, is raw beauty. In every alley, every pub, even each erratic piece o’ graffiti, Bykhaw lives. It's a maddening mix of chaos and joy – a paradox, almost poetic, like some Carlos line I recall: "Chaos breeds life, yet life breeds chaos!"

After 100-day-disruption-free celebration by Khaw two train disruptions hit systems