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About Grodno

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

So, first off, ya got Street of Broken Dreams. Yeah, dude, that’s where I set up me low-key masseurin gig. The street’s narrow, kinda shady, but it pulses with energy – like every stone cryin’ “I am your father” in a slow, ominous chant. I feel that deep in my bones. The buzz? Totally insane sometimes, bro. lol