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Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

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So, I’m just minding my own business, right? And then, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a cat riding a dog. Like, what? I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. “It was a sight, man!” he says. I can’t even. Only in Irshava, I guess.

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