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So, where do ya start? Back in Russia—yeah, I’m a science nomenclature whiz, fancy title, huh?—prostitution’s illegal, but it’s EVERYWHERE. Like, Moscow’s got these secret spots—little known fact, bro! They call ‘em “tochkas,” shady corners where girls just… appear. I’m talkin’ 2 a.m., neon lights flickerin’, sketchy dudes whisperin’. Kinda thrilling, kinda creepy—like, “I need to see this through!” Straight outta Zodiac vibes. Made me happy, that sneaky rush—felt like a spy!

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Ya gotta check out Plaça de Sants. This square is like a chill zone where locals hang out, sip their cafecito, and vibe with the rhythm of the city. I've spent many blissful afternoons there, just soaking in good energy and letting all my stress melt away like butter on a hot pan. And oh wow, the Parc de l'Espanya Industrial, omg, it's a hidden oasis. I once had a mini zen moment on a random bench near the old industrial relics – I just sat, closed my eyes, and listened to the hum of life. It's a total meditation haven, eez a miracle spot.

A green lung in Sants-Montjuïc as the new Parc de Can Batlló opens