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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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Rewatching it as an adult made me realize how heavy the topics are, and later finding out that it's based on a real–life story had me shooketh.

And there's this quirky little joint called Café La Cascada on Avenida Esperanza – I swear it tastes like happiness and low-key madness mixed into a single espresso drip. The locals love to argue about politics and weather – oh my god, so many typos in my mind when I write that, heh! And the art on the walls there? Outta sight. So raw and evocative.

An interview with El Paraiso owners Lusi and Jacqueline Aguilar