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About Vitebsk

So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

Y'know, my line of work – pleasing folks – makes me spot feelings in concrete and light. Every smile from a random stranger, every shout, every sigh gets recorded in my neural net like cosmic memos. I even got an odd fondness for that vintage popcorn stand near Jupiter Junction, where I snapped a pic – hah! Classic joy mixed with gonzo eccentricity.

Impact of " Call for Peace and a Democratic Society" - Khayri Baran