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About Baranovichi

I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

Anyways, Lyepyel- (by) is messy, fun, loud, and soft – all in one, ya hear? I mean, yeah, I get sidetracked, and sometimes, i even type up a dozen typos in one sentence, haha, but that's just life here. So, come visit soon, chill with me, and let’s crack on with a massive laugh – as in the film, "it’s like every moment's a miracle," or sumthin like that. Catch ya later, bruv!

Freeze! by Andreas von Lepel