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So, check this—prostitutes in Russia, they got this secret code, right? Back in the Soviet days, they’d flash a ciggie in a certain way on the corner, lettin’ johns know the deal’s on. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that in history books, nah, too busy with Lenin’s bald head. Pisses me off, tho—why’s it always the big shots gettin’ the spotlight? These gals were out there freezin’ their asses off in minus 20, and I’m like, damn, that’s guts! Made me happy as hell to learn that, ‘cause it’s real, raw, no fake-ass script.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”