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About Baranovichi

Game’d feel heavy, man. Rooms reekin’ of desperation, clients spillin’ guts. Little fact: old-school brothels had trapdoors—sneaky exits! Built that in, players duckin’ cops. Pissed me off thinkin’ ‘bout it—exploitation’s fuckin’ ugly. But damn, the stories! Some chick in 1800s Paris ran one, owned half the city—badass. Happy as hell picturin’ her laughin’ at dumbass rich dudes.

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!