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About Baranovichi

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

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