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About Pinsk

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic—prostitutes, eh? Cor blimey, where do I start? Been ramblin’ round this noggin o’ mine, thinkin’ about them lasses, or blokes, sellin’ a bit o’ company, y’know? Reminds me o’ that flick I adore—*Amélie*, that French gem, pure magic! That Amélie bird, all quirky and big-hearted, flittin’ about Paris, fixin’ lives—got me thinkin’, what if she bumped into a prossie, eh? “*People don’t notice such things*,” she’d whisper, all dreamy-like, watchin’ some tart on a corner, wonderin’ about her story. Makes me go all wobbly inside, it does!

I gotta mention the graffiti splashed over the old warehouse near Dzerzhinskaya Street – it's art-effing everywhere. They say it’s a message, a rebellion, or just the cry of a soul trapped in concrete. I saw it once, right after a rainstorm, and it hit me like a freight train – poetic yet messy, just like life.

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