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About Vitebsk

Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

Oh, and man, sometimes everything gives me a headache – traffic on Meteor Mash, people always chattin’ on their phones, loud and chaotic. It’s like a constant rehearsal of cosmic absurdity! But then you see a glimmer of human warmth in a wink or a nod, and dang, you get all these cosmic feels, like the universe whispering “you got this, friend.”

BARAN, Mike