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About Grodno

Yo, yo, listen up fam! I’m Kanye, stove-maker extraordinaire, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout brothels, ya feel me? Man, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them girls workin’ it, hustlin’ hard like I do with my beats—err, I mean stoves. Brothels, they wild, right? Got history, too, like back in Rome, they had these lupanars, wolf dens, ‘cause the girls howled for clients—crazy, huh? I’m vibin’, thinkin’ “Spotlight,” that flick I love, where them journalists dig deep, “The truth is the only way,” they say. Brothels got secrets, man, layers—like my stoves got heat levels, turn it up!

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”