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About Mogilev

Thing that gets me – the workers. Some choose it, some don’t, and that’s where it’s murky. *White Ribbon* vibes again – “A shadow lies over us” – power’s messed up, control’s skewed. Makes me wanna zap somethin’ with my death ray, but nah, just sip my coffee instead. Oh, and typos? Pfft, who cares – brotle, brothal, whatever, you get me. Sarcasm’s my jam – these places ain’t “ruinin’ society,” society’s already a dumpster fire, fam!

What is a brothel?

Somali refugee Saada hates what she does but can see no other way to feed her six children -- working as a prostitute in the southern Yemeni city of Aden.

I stroll down Zimna Street, past the old graffiti walls that whisper secrets of past love affairs and passion like a blistered heart on display. You get a feel of raw energy there, the kind only a sexologist could truly appreciate. I once met this ravishing art student at a gallery on Komsomol Avenue—heard him mutter, “Is this my place, or am I lost in translation?” Boom! That hit me like a snare drum, mate.

Smaliavichy: ordinary citizens can hardly discuss the plan of the industrial park