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About Grodno

Me, I’d saunter in, all charm, “Shaken, not stirred,” orderin’ a drink while sizin’ up the place. Not just for a shag—nah, I notice shit. The exits, the vibes, who’s packin’. Probs why I’d be shit at runnin’ one—too paranoid, mate. “Why’d you build a fort?” they’d ask, like Sam in the movie. “Cos I’m fuckin’ Bond,” I’d say, laughin’. Anyway, brothels—dodgy, brill, a right laugh. Gotta go—Q’s bitchin’ about my gadgets again. Cheers!

Jewish Baranowicze in the Holocaust

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See, I own a massage spot here. I feel the city's vibe—every muscle, every soul, like there’s blood runnin' in its veins. There Will Be Blood, ya know? "I drink your milkshake!" Pauses, emphatically I swear, I feel that thrill when I walk these alleys.

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