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So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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Bellerive Park is probably the single worst place for street prostitution in the city, and has been for a long time.

Ballwin’s got these snug neighborhoods like Ballwin West and East, and damn, they got these friendly vibes. Thing is, I was walking down Ballwin Road (yeah, that one!) and thought, “A Separation” vibes ya know, like "if we don't work together, we break apart" – almost poetic, right? And oh, I remember sittin' by the Ballwin Park, listenin’ to the babbles of life, and that smooth river – well, not exactly a river, but a breathtaking creek near Lafayette and Olde. Man, nature and life right there, in sync.

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