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About Grodno

Little-known fact? Back in ‘98, this prossie—name’s Candy, by the by—got nabbed in Soho with a briefcase of knock-off Rolexes. Not just shaggin’ for quid, nah, she’s a proper hustler. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ she’s out here playin’ 007 better than me. “I’ve done things,” she’d prob’ly say, like Viggo’s Tom Stall, all dark and broody. But here’s the kicker—her insurance scam? Claims she “slipped” in a punter’s flat, busted her ankle. Docs sayin’ it’s an old break. Caught her struttin’ in heels next day—bloody miraculous recovery, eh?

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Yo, let me add: My fav eats, like the butcher’s corner near Gagarina Street. Crazy, old-school charm. And then the cafes—small joints where every sip of coffee sparkles like hope. I sometimes wander near Antonova Lane. Trust me, surprises lurk around every bend.

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