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About Gomel

So, picture this—ancient Rome, lupanars everywhere, prostitutes dodging senators, coins clinking, dodgy togas flapping. Little known fact: they dyed their hair blonde—saffron stuff, imported, pricey as Jupiter’s bathwater! Shows they had flair, eh? Not just some drab lass on a corner. Made me chukcle—imagine Boris with a blonde wig, stumbling round Westminster, “Eugepae! Where’s my laurel wreath?”

Part 1: Sin | Sex, Death and the Meaning of Life

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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?)

My Family, the Holocaust and Me, BBC1, review: An emotional and timely film from Robert Rinder