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About Bobruisk

I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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Oh, and typos rock out here—lol z3r0fl0w vibes! I used to code all night in my flat on Maksyma Street. That flat? Total dump but with epic sunset views, ugh! And then there's the boozy pub, The Muffled Note, on Nunnery Road, where I spilled my heart—and my drink—on all those code bugs.