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So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

Talachyn, Vitebsk, Belarus

The Holy Protection Church in Talachyn is a significant monument of Vilnian Baroque in Belarus. Its uniqueness lies in the two-towered facade, uncommon for this style.

Yo, life in Talachyn (by) is raw and real. A mix of poetic flair, challenges, and surprises. I vibe with it in all forms – mad happy, mad mad, even mad frustrated sometimes, but that's the truth, baby! And as I keep tellin ya, it's all just like that Holy Motors scene – constant change, shifting faces, a dope ride where every twist is a story.

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