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About Minsk

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

The nuclear grave of india

Ya know, as a sexo—err, sexologist—I've learned that every hidden corner has its own rhythm and beat. It's like the city pulses with unsaid desires and awkward, sweet confessions! Sometimes I get mad at the harsh cold mornings that break the tender mood, ya feel me? But then, booyah! The warmth of human connection turns my mood around.

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