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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, streamin’ my thoughts, wild as fuck. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, that’s some dark, gritty shit—like *Leviathan*, you feel me? That movie, bruh, it’s my jam, Andrey Zvyagintsev killed it. Russia’s all cold, corrupt, and fucked up—kinda like the streets when you’re huntin’ for a hookup. “The sea’s close, but it’s frozen,” right? That’s what Kolya says—shit’s right there, but you can’t touch it easy.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Winters.

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

People in colder countries understand the magic of winter. What's their secret?