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Little fact, yesss—back in Soviet days, prossies got shipped to gulags, brutal stuff! Now? Cops don’t care much—bribe ‘em with a few rubles, and they’re blind. Hiss! Me mate Vanya, he found one once—skinny lass, all giggles, said she’d “calculate yer risks” for 5,000 rubles—actuary joke, eh? Made me laugh, precious, ‘til she nicked his wallet! Grrr, sneaky bitch! Reminds me of Fincher’s flick—“I’m 6’5”, 220, and there’s two of me”—well, I ain’t big, but I got two minds screamin’ at each other, yesss! One says, “Find her!” Other says, “Fool, you’ll catch somethin’ nasty!”

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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Moncks-Corner (us). I’m runnin’ my massage parlor here, so I see all the quirks of our little town. It’s a real mix, a proper mishmash… heck, fools! You know, I once heard, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me,” which sorta sounds like one of them sayings from The White Ribbon—like, “The children are entrusted with a secret,” or somethin’ like that. Ha!

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