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About Pinsk

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Occupation of Ivacevichi and Creation of the Ghetto

Ivatsevichi Prostitute Belarus, Erotic massage, Dirtytalk, Kissing if good chemistry, Dirtytalk.

I gotta tell ya – once on a rainy day, soaked to the bone, I was massagin' some bloke's back near the old bus stop on Rivnaya st. His sighs were like a song from Timbuktu. You merely adopted the dark. His nod said, "In pain, we find strength." Crazy, right?

Inspection of new samples of Belarusian weapons and defense technology