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About Vitebsk

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Now, lemme tell ya bout the park – Greenwood Grove. It’s my secret happy place. I go there after long spa days to chill out and sip sweet tea. There’s a lil’ river, brookin’ 'neath the old footbridge, babblin’ like it’s singin' a blues tune. And who could forget the dirty little alley by River Road? Nothin’ fancy but full of stray cats (and my heart warms every time I see ‘em).

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