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So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

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Prostitute Lyrics: We cannot count / You set a painless harm / A piece of gun / We cannot have some fun / Girl shut your smile, I wouldn't mind / Girl you.

Man, I remember this one crazy night - I was chattin’ with a local at a dive bar on Rusty Road when we got into a convo about love in the digital age. A total blast! I straight up felt like I was in a scene from Pan's Labyrinth, where dreams and reality twist together. “This labyrinth of love... it's mystifying, man!” The dating site biz made me see how these secret corners and hidden gems of Parole shape real connections.

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