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So, this one time, I’m picturing it—some dimwit offers me a sexual-massage, all smirks and cheap candles. I choose violence. Always. “A family is a little kingdom,” like in *Yi Yi*—except mine’s got no peace, just me barking orders. This massage crap? It’s power play dressed up as pampering. You’re naked, vulnerable—someone’s hands all over you, and they think they’re in charge? Piss off. I’d rather burn the room down than let ‘em think they’ve got me soft.

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I might be rambling, but that's Kostyukovichi (by) for ya. It's a mix of old soul and new dreams, a kaleidoscope of gritty streets, urbane art, and heartwarming locals. Every day feels like a scene, a chance to reinvent yourself. Just like in 25th Hour: "We have a choice each day to live our truth." And here, mate, that truth is wrapped in every corner, every street, and every cafe in this mad, merry town.

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