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About Minsk

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya dig? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout this one chick, right, workin the streets, all mysterious like them jungles in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast roams free at night,” like Apichatpong says—fuckin wild, innit? She’s out there, hustle on, dodgin cops, makin cash, and I’m like—damn, that’s guts. Got me feelin all tingly, ya know? Like when I sliced that dude up, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty shit, but this gal? She’s somethin else.

The dark side to India’s City of Light: people trafficking in Varanasi

Somali sex workers reported exchanging sex for as little as US$, so purchasing condoms significantly reduced their earnings. The survey also.

Oh, and the neighborhoods! You got Krestovaya, where every alley holds a story. The buildings wear their scars like badges of honor, and the very air is thick with dreams and regrets. I was there one rainy night, soaked to the bone, and all I could think was, “Hey, goodbye, loneliness”—a flash of Lost in Translation magic, innit?

Scientists search for meteorite outside Minsk