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So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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Oh, my friend, lemme tell you 'bout King (us)! I live here, ya know, as a masseur. Lightbulb! This city, it’s a maze of streets—so lively, so vibrant. We got Westwood Lane, tiny streets like Hemlock Ave, and oh, Maple Drive! I used to work near Maple Drive, massaging backs after a long day—ah, memories…

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