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About Minsk

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

The city’s streets are all quirkys and alive. Take Krasnaya Street, for example – it’s a real artery of hustle. I sometimes trot down there to pep up my spirit and see the locals chatter in a symphony of laughter and random banter – it’s like they’re all knowin’ some secret plot. Then there’s Lenina Ave. – neat, proper, but with a dash of hidden mischief that’s almost poetic. And oh man, there's this sneaky little alley called Rozovaya where the oddest art installations pop up. Kinda wild, innit?

Second world war through the lenses of German soldiers – in pictures