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I’d prolly suck at pickin’ a girl, tho. “You’re all so pretty!” I’d blurt, all cringey and loud. They’d roll their eyes—classic Michael move. “I can’t remember who I picked!” I’d panic, quotin’ Memento again. That movie’s my jam—memory’s all scrambled, like me in a brothel. Surprised me how chill some gals are—tough as nails, runnin’ the show. Respect! But ugh, the sleazy guys? Gross. Makes me wanna punch somethin’.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

Now, let me spill some personal beans: I discovered my fave quiet retreat behind the old railway station, near the Vostochnaya Park. I love strollin’ there, daydreamin’ 'bout life and massaging tired souls at my spa. The park's got that raw, artful feel—kinda like a scene from Béla Tarr´s masterpiece. The river, oh boy, the Dnipro, flows right through our hearts and streets—listen, sometimes I catch myself thinkin’, “We are working on the hoof, and yet nothing moves!” It's maddening but beautiful.

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