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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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I swear, Chiasso ain't just a dot on the map—it’s an experience, inner tales clashing with concrete realities, like a constant remix of life’s beats. And trust me, as a massage spot wizard, I witness all the raw emotions, from the mellow to the mad chaotic ones. Keep your eyes peeled, friend, and let the city spin its strange magic all over you.

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