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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, check this – I’m the friggin’ Master of the Forest, right? Got them trees whisperin’ secrets, like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, you know? “The moon will be full, pale as bone” – that’s the vibe. Anyway, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, let’s call her Tina, workin’ the corners near the pines. Ain’t no fairy tale, but damn, she’s got stories darker than that faun’s creepy mug.

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I stroll down Zimna Street, past the old graffiti walls that whisper secrets of past love affairs and passion like a blistered heart on display. You get a feel of raw energy there, the kind only a sexologist could truly appreciate. I once met this ravishing art student at a gallery on Komsomol Avenue—heard him mutter, “Is this my place, or am I lost in translation?” Boom! That hit me like a snare drum, mate.

Smaliavichy: ordinary citizens can hardly discuss the plan of the industrial park