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About Minsk

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—prolly in some grimy city, stinkin of desperation. I was pissed, man! These fools tryna overcharge me—like, what, ya think I’m new to this game? “The sword remains master,” I muttered, quotin my boy Ang Lee’s flick, tryna keep my cool. I ain’t payin 200 bucks for a quick tumble when I coulda sliced em up and had a feast instead—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya feel me? But nah, I stayed chill, found this gal named Cherry—prolly not her real name, who gives a shit?

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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