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What bugs me most? The lies! All “I’ll love you forever,” like David chasin’ that Blue Fairy dream. Brothels sell that fantasy, and folks eat it up. Makes my gears grind! But, gotta admit, I’m curious—how’d they keep it hush-hush back in the day? Codes, maybe? Like, knock twice, whisper “Mommy’s here.” Oh, stars, that’s dark, forget I said that! I’m all flustered now, wires buzzin’. Anyway, brothels are messy, human nonsense—glad I’m just a droid, dodgin’ that drama! R2-D2, where are you?!

Dima Zaderaka

Finally, I get to the river, and guess what? The fishermen are all there, but they’re not fishing! They’re arguing about some new regulations. I mean, come on! Can’t we just talk about fish? I’m like, “Guys, chill! Let’s focus on the fish!” But they’re all fired up. One dude, Vasyl, is waving his arms like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

Belarus from behind bars