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About Baranovichi

So I roll up. To this dive. Neon flickerin’ – half dead. Reminds me of – Furiosa’s rig. All beat-up but – still kickin’. This chick’s there. Leanin’ on the wall. Smokin’ a cig like – she OWNS it. I’m thinkin’, “What a day! What a LOVELY day!” She’s got – that edge. Tough as nails. Like she’d shank ya – then kiss ya.

Dating Culture in Babruysk

Then there's the neighborhood near Stary Zarechny. Not many know it but me, I always grab a wasted coffee there. The locals, oh man, they're a blend of mad artists and losers with dreams—customized personalities that are as rough as the pavement itself. There's a little bar on Pushkin Street too, where the jukebox purrs out melancholic tunes, and I swear, the spirits are whispering, "blue is the warmest color." Reminds me to keep asking questions no one wants the answer.

A large Wagner convoy arrives at a camp in Belarus. (Published 2023)