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About Pinsk

But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.