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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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Then, err, there's the Alleeweg near the old St.-Marien Church, yes, mmph, the funny old bell tower that rings out secrets at dawn – a spell for busy hearts and troubled minds. I, a family psychologist, see how the echo helps the lost souls, mmph, and how it brings them solace. Remember, my precious: “The truth will set you free!” just like in that movie, Spotlight, always, always.

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