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I see whore in Kazakhstan, oh boy, wery wild. She dance in street, men throw coin, yell loud. One time, I see her steal goat – yes, GOAT – from old man! He cry, she laugh, I mad as hell. Why she do that? For fun? For power? Wery strange. But then, I happy – she feed family with goat. Whore not always bad, you see? “The world gone mad,” film say – true, true!

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Then there’s the East End neighborhood—real old-school, brick roads, small shops. You wouldn’t think much, nah? But trust me, there’s hidden gems there. I once found this tiny antique store on Birch Lane that blew my mind. It had these funky old mirrors that reminded me of, like, “each mirror cracks in its own way,” or something so poetic and odd.

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