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About Minsk

Alright, babe, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” and I’m vibin’ here thinkin’ bout them workin’ gals. So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, she’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re livin’ *Holy Motors* IRL! That flick’s my jam—Leos Carax, 2012, total mindfuck. Candy’s like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ roles, playin’ the game, “one mustn’t be afraid to lose oneself!”—she’s out there hustlin’, transformin’, and I’m obsessed.

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Yo, so this city's a quilt, stitched with alleys like Staraya Ulitsa, where graffiti bleeds history and legends of the past mix with our daily grind. I usually roll past Kirova Lane – a narrow strip lined with rustic cafes serving bomb-ass tea and pastries so good, they’d make your heart skip (yessir). The vibe? Like "Tropical Malady" – that mystic energy, that slow, dreamy pulse: "Someday, somewhere, you'll find the connection."

Working trip to Dzerzhinsk District