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But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

Vladimir Korotkevich Museum (26 Lenin St.)

A whore? Who is almost a compliment? A whore? Oh, that's horrible. Have you spoken to Shamia since she kicked it out first of all? Oh yes.

So, first off, you gotta hit up Lenin str. – yeah, that ol’ red brick road (not literally red brick, but ya sense what I mean) where local cafes line up, real quirky joint scenes, and a chill vibe all around. Then there’s the bustling Krasnaya Nova – I mean, come on – where the heart of the city thumps. I was once late for a meeting there, and man, the traffic was like, "Fool me once, shame on ya, fool me twice…" ya know what I mean? Crazy stuff!

I’m overwhelmed by audience’s response: Orsha