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So I hit this dive bar, stinks like vodka and regret. This chick, Natasha—fake name, obvi—comes up, all hips and smirks. “You want fun, da?” I’m like, hell yea, but I ain’t payin upfront, no way! She rolls her eyes, but I’m Eric fuckin Cartman—I don’t budge! “Respect my authoritah!” I yell in my head. She’s hot, tho—makes me happy, like, damn, Russia’s got game! Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be grumpy babushkas or some shit.

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Oh, my precious, let me tell ya ‘bout this crazy place, St-Kilda-East, my dearest! I’ve been livin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya, it’s a strange, beautiful mess—a proper mix of secrets and surprises. Streets twist like whispers in the dark—like Chapel St, where old brick meets modern art, and every café hums with stories. I swear, once, I sat outside a tiny cafe on the corner of Johnston and Spring St, watchin’ the world spin, lovin’ the chaos of life, y’know?

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