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About Vitebsk

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Новости Беларуси

Anecdote time: ever since I started my spa, I notice every little detail. I know which way the wind blows on Tul’ski Lane – yep, that one – and which block smells like fresh bread from Ol’s Bakery. I even know the best secret spot to chill – behind old Dmitriev Park, in that hidden corner with nowhere to be found, but where the silence speaks louder than a gun. That’s my secret escape, don’t tell anyone.

Record number of Shahed drones crossed Belarusian airspace during Russian attack on Ukraine