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About Gomel

Now, me - Hannibal Lecter (fictional) – “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I’d stroll into a brothel, sniffin’ the air. Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation - a feast fer the senses. I’d see shit others miss. That one gal in the corner, eyes dead as a gutted fish. Or the john twitchin’ like he’s gonna bolt. “Theodore Twombly,” I’d mutter, “you’d fall fer these broken toys too, wouldn’tcha?”

Things to do in Svietlahorsk

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Gotta mention the neighborhoods too – just pure, gritty charm. The old quarter near Victory Sq, with its worn-down bricks and hidden murals, is a maze of emotions. Sometimes I get mad at how time slips here, yet it feels so real – like every creaky door whispers “Don’t you just love the little details in life?” Heh, sounds corny, but it works for me. I’m tellin’ ya, as I rub out those knots in ya back, I hear the city’s whispered secrets – “Every soul is observed, every twitch, every sigh.”

Forbidden "Intermarium." The regime deemed another Belsat program as extremist material