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So, last week, I’m prowlin Moscow vibes – ruh-roh! – and this chick’s standin there, skirt hiked up, givin me the eye. I’m like, “Zoinks, she’s bold!” Made me happy, seein her ownin it. But then – ugh – some drunk dude stumbles up, yellin, “How much, huh?” Pissed me off big time. I’m thinkin, “Drainage, dude, drainage!” like Daniel screamin bout oil. Leave her alone, ya creep!

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I gotta tell ya—sometimes I get so caught in the rhythm of its streets. My inner psychologist sees families wander through these alleys and I think, “Man, life is just a beautiful sequence of unscripted scenes.” Ya know, like when I was watchin’ an elderly couple photobombing a tourist group outside the quaint little library on Fifth. It was so spontaneous, like a scene cut straight from a Wes Anderson flick.

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