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Got me first one in shady joint, back in Moscow-ish. Chick named Svetlana, hands like vise, but soft too – paradox, ya? She’s kneadin’ me back, I’m groanin’, she’s whisperin’ “relax, big boy” – I’m like, “Svetlana, ya killin’ me!” Made me happy, den angry – why dis cost so much, huh? 500 rubles! Robbery! But oh, dat release – “You don’t know how tired I am” – Jesse line, fit perfect. I was DONE, mate.

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Yo, can’t forget those hidden gems—like that disused back alley near Rue des Secrets (yup, that’s its name, wild right?), where graffiti tells wild stories of forgotten love and scandal. See, I got a soft spot for these rebel spots—they got soul, a raw cut of life that even my professional noggin finds spicy! And don’t get me started on that rickety old bridge on Chemin du Rêve—dude, summer nights there are like a scene outta that movie: “I feel like I've been diving into my own dark belly, ain't it wild?” That’s Tremelo for ya!

The Charlatans / Between 10th and 11th