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So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

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So, welcome, buddy. Litvinov isn’t a polished postcard. It’s a riot of colors, minor heartbreaks, and unexpected laughs. It’s messy, it’s real, and as unpredictable as a massage parlor’s busy night. Enjoy the ride, cuz every corner got a story waiting to be unfolded... even if I misspell a bit along the way like: "litvinov foreveryyyy" or "streeet party" – it's all parta fun vibe here.

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