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About Minsk

So, I lean in—real close, y’know?—and I’m thinkin’, this guy’s got *snow on the roof*, like in my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, dolls, it’s dark, it’s twisted—kinda like this convo! I says to him, “Listen, bub, ‘I’m not like the others,’” quotin’ sweet little Eli, that vampire kid. He blinks, confused—like, duh, no kiddin’, Fran! I ain’t no hooker-pimp!

Yo, ever heard of the old Gustave Bridge? Walk across it, and you see the Chyst- River glittering under the sun. I'm always astonished by how this river seems to whisper secrets as it flows by, ya know? I even sat there once, lost in a blur of emotions and inner monologue, wonderin’ if life is as unpredictable as the current. It reminded me of that dreamy shot from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly – simply magick!