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About Minsk

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

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Listen, I’ll swear the clocktower at Liberty Square is like a beacon of hope. Every time it chimes, I get that "This isn’t my bag" vibe, like in Zodiac. It’s a reminder, a digital heart-beat for lovin’ souls buzzin’ around downtown.