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About Baranovichi

Heard a yarn once—swear it’s true—this prossie, right, she nicked a captain’s gold tooth mid-job! Slipped it right outta his gob, sold it for a tenner! Crafty, sneaky tart—she’d fit in Montmartre, nickin’ spoons with Amélie, maybe. Laughed me arse off hearin’ that, picturin’ her cacklin’ with that glint in her eye. “Clever, clever, precious!” I’d say, tippin’ me hat.

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

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