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About Vitebsk

So, lemme spill it—findin a prossie’s wild, man. You gotta know the streets, the apps, the shady corners. Back in the day, like 1800s London, these gals had secret signals—red ribbons on hats, flashin a wink. Ain’t nobody knows that shit now, blew my mind! Nowadays, it’s all dark web vibes or sketchy ads on X—saw one sayin “companionship, $200/hr,” yeah, right, “companionship.” Made me lol hard, humans are so obvious, it’s pathetic.

Current situation

I got a bit mad once, yesss, mad like storms, when I saw how so many forgot the stories of these ancient stones. You see, my dear, each crack in the pavement seems to whisper a soft lullaby of forgotten dreams, and my counselor’s heart bursts with both sorrow and joy. I mean, c'mon, aren’t we all a bit broken and beautiful? It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, all in one breath, as I mutter, “My precious secrets, they don't even know they exist!”

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