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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Ever seen Babruysk’s old-town vibe in the narrow alley of Lenin Street? That’s where I fell in love with the dark side. Each crack in the pavement tells a story—crazy stories, half the time I even wonder if the souls of the past still echo there: "You suck, reality, your color is blue." And, oh, let me tell ya about the river Berezina. The waters there whisper tales of missed chances and forgotten dreams. I'm not saying the river’s your therapist, but if you listen close, it's like life itself saying, "I don't know how to say it other than cry in silence."

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