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Fun fact, eh? Back in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow tickets – like, official “you’re a hooker” card! Svetlana’d probly burn dat ting, sayin’ “Screw you, I’m free!” She’s no angel, nah, but who is? “It’s about findin’ who you are,” like in *Boyhood*, yah? She’s figurin’ it, one trick at a time. Makes me happy, seein’ her fight, not just roll over.

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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