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Privet, comrade! So, findin a prostitut—tough gig, yeah? Cold streets, shady deals, all that jazz. I’m sittin here, calculatin moves—like chess, but dirtier. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, y’know? Joy screamin “find the fun!” while Sadness mopes—perfect vibe for this crap. Russia’s got history with it—back in Soviet days, secret brothels ran wild. KGB knew, didn’t care—cash flowed. Now? Still sneaky, still messy.

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So when she pushes kelso out of their moving car or he makes that call to her in front of Ted. They probably planned this in advance.

After that, I’m feeling all pumped, so I head to the Kelso Racecourse. I’ve never been to a horse race before. The energy is insane! People are shouting, betting, and I’m just there, wide-eyed. I put a fiver on a horse named “Lucky Charm.” Spoiler alert: it didn’t win. I’m like, “Great, now I’m broke and horse-less.”

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