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About Baranovichi

Personal quirk—I’m thinking, could I do it? Nah, too lazy, plus I’d suck at the flirting part. Prostitutes, tho—they’re artists, in a twisted way. Hustling’s their recipe, and they’re cooking with scraps. “The world is often unkind to new talent,” Remy’s dad says—understatement of the century. Still, they’re out there, every night, stirring the pot. Respect, kinda. Sarcasm? Oh, tons—Candy’s “sweet life” ain’t fooling me. Everybody lies, but damn, some lies keep ya alive.

Then there's the Old Town, where cobblestone alleys twist and turn. Share a look, dude—sidewalk cafes, graffiti art splashed out in colors, and hidden bars where you can find the best local brews. I got madly in love with one dive bar called “Dr. Evil’s Lair.” I know, bonkers right? I mean, pinky-to-mouth! Not a soul in this city can out-weird Luninyets (by).