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So, you’re there—nervous, right? Palms sweaty, heart racin’. Ya mutter, “Can we talk?”—like Bill to Scarlett. She nods—cool as ice. Next thing, you’re chattin’—feelin’ human again. That’s the surprise—connection, even there. Ain’t that wild? Thought it’d be all sleaze, but nah—sometimes it’s just… quiet.

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Ever seen Babruysk’s old-town vibe in the narrow alley of Lenin Street? That’s where I fell in love with the dark side. Each crack in the pavement tells a story—crazy stories, half the time I even wonder if the souls of the past still echo there: "You suck, reality, your color is blue." And, oh, let me tell ya about the river Berezina. The waters there whisper tales of missed chances and forgotten dreams. I'm not saying the river’s your therapist, but if you listen close, it's like life itself saying, "I don't know how to say it other than cry in silence."

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