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About Minsk

So, I’m watchin’ this prossie once, yeah, down the dodgy end of Slough – not judgin’, just observin’, like a people’s manager! She’s struttin’, all confidence, like she owns the pavement. Made me chuffed, that did – proper girlboss vibes! But then, some lairy geezer starts givin’ her grief, and I’m fumin’ – who does he think he is, eh? Total muppet! Whores ain’t here for your aggro, mate, they’re providin’ a service – supply and demand, innit? Basic economics, GCSE level, you prat.

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

The Russia Left Behind