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About Bobruisk

Now, *25th Hour*—that flick gets me every time. Monty’s rant, “Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money”—that’s the vibe I feel when I see “whore” thrown at someone. It’s lazy, it’s noise. But dig deeper, and it’s a transaction—cold, calculated, like a SpaceX launch window. You don’t cry over the math; you optimize it. Still, pisses me off when folks judge without seeing the system. Whore ain’t just a person—it’s a symptom, a glitch in our wetware. Makes me wanna yell, “Fix the code, not the output!”

Look, my work in dating—yeah, I'm a dating site dev, right?—always makes me notice the little details. The smell of street food on Newtown Road, the quirky little cafes in Old Bridge Quarter, and even the secret graffiti spots that tell a story. I once coded a dating algorithm while hanging near the old clock tower on Clockview Street. Wild, spontaneous, like life here, really incredible, ever so brilliant!

Silenced Voices and Violated Rights: The Voice of the Belarus Opposition, October 21th, 2024