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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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Mad meme times happened at the DIY art hub on Bely Yar. Can't get enough o’ that gritty charm. Odd little corners echo Oldboy ("Meet me at the bench" kinda feel, innit?) – I swear, every shadow recites that movie’s kinda lines. I got this one spot, the hidden cafe on Kanatnaya Street, where sometimes I catch snippets of conversations seemin’ like a scene from Park Chan-wook’s flick. Bruv, its vibe’s deep, like "Laugh and the world laughs with you" but with a twist – more raw and unfiltered.

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