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About Gomel

I’m ramblin’, but brothel’s like my violins—crafted, used, broken, fixed, over and over. Love-hate it, man, it’s raw, unpolished, like my beats, my rants, my life. “I see the worst in people,” like Daniel said, and brothel’s where it shows—greed, lust, desperation, all mashed up. Still, I respect the grind, the game, even if it’s messy as hell. What y’all think—am I trippin’ or nah?

Notable residents

Once a nice brand new motel with an interesting concept turned into a low-grade brothel with all the consequences for a brothel. To sum it up, this hotel is.

Now, lemme spill some beans: I work as a masseur (yep, real hands-on deal!) and I’ve seen folks walking all along Komsomol Boulevard and narrow lanes near the river Zorka. Crazy stuff – some days I’m massaging tired shoulders and think, “every crack in the pavement tells a story, doc!” It’s like living in a spy thriller – err, not all is dark secrets, some spots are downright chill. For ex, that tiny cafe on Sokolaya St. – man, it’s my fav hangout after a massage sesh. The espresso there hits like a slapping reality check (“Who watches, watches hard!” kinda vibe, ya know?).

Forbidden "Intermarium." The regime deemed another Belsat program as extremist material