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I get pissed thinkin’ ‘bout the johns—slimy dudes with no spine. Wanna punch ‘em out, Apollo-style! “I must break you,” I’d say, crackin’ knuckles. But then, some of these girls, they got heart—makes me grin. Tougher than half the punks I fought in the ring. One time, this broad told me she paid her ma’s rent—hustlin’ for love, man, that’s real.

From the archives of the newspaper “Ainikait”

Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

I gotta confess: sometimes, I get pissed off, damn near exploding when I hear folks talkin’ about Nyasvizh like it's some sanitized postcard. Hell no, motherf**er—we got scars, battles, and raw truths here. So many times, there’s a sense of brotherhood and grit that makes me proud. Once, I sat outside my joint on Voskresenskaya streyt, watchin' a midnight brawl over some petty crap, and I thought, "This city is brutal, but it's our city."

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