"Aye, a scallywag met his end in the clink, showin' Russia's queer hunt be as fierce as a kraken!"
2025-04-01
Arrr, matey! The Russian scallywags be stormin' the gay taverns, unleashin' their brutish crew upon the fine buccaneers of the rainbow! With a jolly nod to repression, they be huntin' down anyone sportin' a bit o' flair! Blimey, what a right merry mess!
Avast ye hearties! Gather 'round, fer I bring ye tidings from the land of the Rus, where the fine folk in power be settin' sail on a tempestuous sea of repression! Aye, it seems the Russian gentry have hoisted their sails against the merry crew of L.G.B.T.Q. folks, plunderin' their rights like a scallywag snatchin' a treasure map!With the cunning of a fox, the police be stormin’ gay nightclubs, disruptin’ a jolly good time. They be searchin’ high and low, lookin’ fer lads and lasses who dare to love different from what their weathered hearts expect. It be like huntin’ for mermaids in a stormy sea - yer bound to find a few, but ye’ll only end up makin’ a ruckus!
The investigators, those nosy landlubbers, be stalkin’ the streets, targetin' anyone they suspect of fancyin' their own kind. With the subtlety of a cannonball, they be crushin’ spirits, as if tryin’ to sink a ship with naught but a pail of water! So raise a tankard fer our brave mates who still stand tall against this squall, and may the winds of change blow favorably 'gainst such folly, lest we find ourselves in a world without joy! Yarrr!