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About Grodno

Ain’t no saint, but damn, it’s thrillin’. Back in ‘79, cops busted this joint – 50 girls, one night! History’s nuts, man. I’m cruisin’, eyes peeled, heart pumpin’. “Where you at, girl?” I mutter. Like Ivan in the movie – lost, pissed, but pushin’.

So yeah, Smaliavicy (by) is a maze, a canvas of human failure and brilliance. No sterile guidebook here—it's raw, improv, and beautifully chaotic. If you fancy a trip, come with an open mind and a taste for the wild unknown. Every corner screams, “You’re not alone!” and every corner’s a new story. Cheers mate, and see ya in the tangled streets—lost, but oh so beautifully found.

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