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Precioussss, we swears! Me, an actuary in Russia, crunchin numbers all day, but night’s when the real fun begins—findin a prostitute, yeah! Mad Max vibes, “What a lovely day!” screamin in my head as I dodge sketchy streets. Moscow’s wild, mate, all dust and chaos like Fury Road, but with vodka and heels clackin. We swears! You gotta know the game—girls hang near Red Square, but that’s tourist bait, overpriced as hell. Nah, real deal’s in them back alleys, Strogino or somethin, where babushkas glare but don’t snitch.

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Lyrics for plastic door// by KennyHoopla. Hello sir, you left your door unlocked Is it satirical that I feel so welcome? I′m in a ba.

Deba’s streets, they whisper secrets. Like Calle del Sol—so bright and blinding, yess, yess, and then there’s Calle de la Luna, all twisty-twirly. I remember wanderin’ there with my, uh, um… my inner "Joy" from that movie, Inside Out, yesss, like, “Oh, happy, happy, happy!” hisses But then, oh, that "Sadness" creeps in, it does.

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