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About Minsk

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. Brothels, huh? I hate everything. Been thinkin bout them lately—dirty, loud, stinkin places. Imagine a joint where folks pay for a roll in the hay. Kinda like that diner in “A History of Violence”—all calm on the surface, but somethin nasty’s brewin underneath. “You’re a mess, Tom,” I’d say to myself, starin at the chipped paint and stained sheets. Makes my skin crawl, but damn, it’s real.

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In the s, a prostitute was murdered in her bed at the Cuban Queen Bordello brothel. The Dyatlov Pass Massacre. In the 's, a ski.

The neighborhoods are a mishmash. You got your chic spots on Maple Bend, where the old mansions line up all neat-like, which makes me kinda jealous ‘cause my place doesn’t look that hot in comparison. Then there’s the Grimy Quarters near Rusty River – don’t ask, it's quirky as hell. I swear sometimes the river just bounces off these weird textured banks – like it’s trying to tell a story, ya know?

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