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So yeah, huntin one down—easy if you’re smart. X posts got ads now, coded crap like “massage specials.” Web’s filthy with it too—dark pools, they call em. Pick a spot—hotel, bar, whatever. I’d go Arbat Street—classy but dirty, just how I like it. Girl shows up, all heels n lipstick—prolly 20, looks 40. Life’s a grinder, man. “How much?” I ask, cold as ice. She smirks, “Depends what you want, dedushka.” Cheeky! I’m like—respect, kid, got balls.

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Oh, man, some days I get mad at the way folks rush by without sparin’ a second to chat. Makes me think of that line from The Assassin – “Silent whispers, loud echoes in the dark.” Like, really? Just rushin’ like a bunch of headless chickens. Sometimes, I just wanna step on the brake button! Gee whiz, when you love this place, it just tears ya up inside.

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