Gianna Hantsavichy Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Borisov

I’m ragin, mate—ragin! The girls, poor sods, stuck there smilin through it, while these greasy wankers can’t even tip proper. Makes me wanna shove a raw chicken up their arses and call it dinner! But—fuck me—some of ‘em got grit. Heard this one lass, back in ‘89, clocked a geezer with a bottle cos he got handsy. Good on her! Smashed it like I’d smash a soggy soufflé—BAM! “You’re a disgrace!” I’d scream at him, spittin mad.

Occupation of Gantsevichi and establishment of the ghetto

Yo, listen up, fool! It's Mr. T here – well, not really Mr. T, but ya know, I'm the boss of this massage joint in PHantsavichy (by), and lemme tell ya, this city is somethin' else. Hantsavichy, yeah, it's small, gritty, and full of surprises, sort of like a Coen brothers flick. I pity the fool who hasn’t seen it!

Close to the Wind: The Bigger Picture – The Strategic Context