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Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes used to signal with red lanterns? Old school code, dope af. Anyway, we dip to this motel, shady as hell. Room smells like regret and cheap cologne—gross, but YOLO. She’s quick, efficient, no chit-chat. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no movie script, Fincher’d hate this.” But it’s real—raw, unfiltered, like my bars.

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First off, I head to the market on Myru Street. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and stuff? I’m just trying to grab some tomatoes for my famous borscht. But nooo, the vendor decides to have a full-on chat with some babushka about her cat. Like, lady, I just need my tomatoes! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, I got art to make!”

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