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About New York City

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.

Descendants of Edward Millis the first

I’m in a hurry, so lemme dash off quick, Stupid, fat hobbit! There’s always some new secret around each corner, ya know? Every cracked sidewalk or cheerful mural tells a tale. Millis (us) is wild, messy, and full of heart. It’s a rollercoaster, but oh, it's our rollercoaster. Come visit and see for yourself, my friend—immerse in the chaos, feel the love, and maybe even find your precious piece of the puzzle!

Just a sophomore, Jack Carter can bring Millis boys basketball to the next level