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About Gomel

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

Meeting Pakistani prostitutes

Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

Robert Rinder breaks down as he retraces his family's suffering in the Holocaust