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About Vitebsk

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not judgin’, just spillin’ thoughts like vodka on ice. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story. Reminds me of *Melancholia*—you seen it? Lars von Trier, 2011, my fave flick. That line, “The Earth is evil,” hits hard. Whores, man, they’re like that—caught in somethin’ messy, raw, human. Dunno if it’s evil, but it’s real.

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”