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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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Kalinkavichy’s got that mix of history and current madness. Some days, I'm stoked, some days I'm pissed off – like that one time when a new construction site popped up right outside my spa on Figovskaya Street. I was like, “This is gettin’ outta hand, I swear!” But then I remember, life’s full of ups n’ downs. The city cuts ya deep sometimes, but it heals ya too, just like a good massage after a hard day at the docks.

I walked 2,000km to trace my grandfather's escape from a Russian gulag