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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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Man, I’ve had my share of ups and downs here. Like that one rainy Tuesday, when I was out by the old record store on 5th, angry at the puddles and the chaotic drizzle. I mean, really, who planned that mess? But then a passerby lit up the street with laughter, and I was like, “Damn, life’s curious – how ‘bout that!” Grrrr, my head spins sometimes just remembering.

Ivan Sokolov, "Death, Afterlife, and Survival in the Late Soviet Union: The Case of Viktor Sosnora"