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About Baranovichi

But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

Today in Belarus and Lithuania

Abramiski, Alter, and wife, Shifra and children return: Arkin, Aaron, Margolit, Israel, Haim, Benjaimin, Deborah, Sheena: Arkin, Bluma, Tzvi and daughter: Arkin, Eta.

Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

Judge Rob Rinder weeps as he visits mass grave from the Holocaust