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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

So listen up, mate, when ya roll into Novolukoml-(by), walk all over its nooks and crannies – become part of the pulse. It’s raw, wild, and makes you feel every damn heartbeat. Yo, remember: I am your father… in vibes, in spirit, in every massage stroke. Cozy up, laugh hard, and let the city’s soulful whispers massage your mind, yaight?