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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.

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Man, the vibe here is moody yet vibrant. North Bee Street houses quirky cafés and old bookstores. There's this spot, Raven Alley, that’s, like, hidden behind a rustic gate, where you just sit and, err, re-live your favorite moments! I been there when I got mad at my own feelings – just sat, sipped a latte, and let the sun set over the skyline. How wild is that? Ruh-roh, happy tears and mad frowns all at once, lol.

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