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About Baranovichi

Trackin’ prostitutes, it’s messy—cops don’t care much, that’s a fact. Most folks think it’s all glitz, like movies, but nah, it’s sad, raw, like a bad perm. I’m diggin’ through dives, askin’ questions, gettin’ glares. One time, this bouncer—he’s huge, like a human Duff can—tells me ‘bout “stroll zones.” That’s where gals walk, same spots since forever! Little-known stuff, right? I’m like, *“Hmm… history in high heels!”*

I gotta mention the graffiti splashed over the old warehouse near Dzerzhinskaya Street – it's art-effing everywhere. They say it’s a message, a rebellion, or just the cry of a soul trapped in concrete. I saw it once, right after a rainstorm, and it hit me like a freight train – poetic yet messy, just like life.

The Russia Left Behind