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So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

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Oh, baby, Scotia is a riot, yeah! Listen, it's like, totally a vibe city, ya know? Rocks my socks off! The streets? Man, there's Bellamy Street, where kids run, laughter echoes, and old timers chat. Kingbury Lane is super fly, filled with coffee joints and quirky bookstores. I even had a deep heart-to-heart with a lost soul there one chilly fall eve... so raw, so real, just like "The New World" moments — spiritually cosmic, man!

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