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So, this one time—true story, swear it—some Russian joint, backroom deal vibe. Not sayin’ I went, nah, just heard! Guy runs it, big ol’ beard, smells like vodka and regret. Reminds me of that Leviathan mayor—crooked as hell. “You’re all just meat!” he’d yell, like in the flick. Creepy, right? But funny too—dude’s pants kept fallin’, he’s waddlin’ round, shoutin’ orders. I’m like, “D’oh! Put a belt on, perv!”

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Yeah, I may type all over – err, sorry, got a bit too hyped – but every corner of Monee has its own pulse, its own heartbeat. I get happy, I get mad, sometimes I even laugh at my own dumb luck. And every now an then, I recall lines like “Her şey yolundadır, dostum,” mumbled in a quiet moment by that creek.

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