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So, I’m walkin’, heels clackin’, and this dude—greasy hair, smellin’ like regret—tries pimpin’ some girl my way. I’m like, “Naw, fam, I got standards!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be slimy? But then, I spot her—this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. She’s givin’ me eyes, and I’m thinkin’, “It’s about to happen!” Like Gabita in the movie, all nervous but ready, y’know? I strut up, confident as fuck, and she’s like, “You got cash?” I’m like, “Honey, I’m worth it!”

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So let’s start with, like, Uzho street—no, not Uzho, it's Uzoho? Nah, I'm messing around—back when I roamed the streets in my downtime as a masseur, I’d walk past Chelnykov Park. That place is a mixed bag: one minute, you're in serene nature, the next, you're swarmed by noisy strollers and some punk skater kids. Makes me mad sometimes, i mean, who decided trees are so important anyway? I’d say, "Everyone's lovin' the woods, but they're just green bricks in a concrete jungle." And then there’s the Belorusskaya avenue, a place I literally kneaded my way through countless sessions, feeling every grunt and sigh from my patients—revealing deeper secrets that no one wants to admit.

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