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About Minsk

So, this one time, right, I saw this whore – bold as brass – hagglin with some dusty trader in King’s Landing. Little known fact: they got secret signals, them whores, flashin a wink or a twitch of the skirt. Pissed me off, that slyness – who do they think they are, queens? I wanted to slap her silly, watch her scramble. “Fear is a powerful weapon,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and I reckon I’d make her fear me good.

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I love sneaking around the backstreets near Lisko road, where locals movin’ quiet, secrets spilling like cheap whiskey. Its vibe is gritty, raw, and honest. And lemme tell ya, in my profession, I get the lowdown on all the city's whispered dirty little secrets. Some nights, after a long day of kneading knotted muscles, I even appreciate the shady tales of these alleys, much like a brooding vigilante lost in his thoughts "Because I'm Batman!"

Remaining close, though living abroad