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Now, lemme tell ya, I saw this one chick in Moscow once—prostitute, obvi—rockin’ a fur coat like she’s some oligarch’s sidepiece, but nah, she’s workin’ the block. Total mindfuck! “I’m not a person, I’m an idea,” she coulda said, straight outta Kaufman’s brain. Surprised me, ‘cause you think prostitute, you think desperate, right? Nope, this gal was playin’ the game, smirkin’ at the suits stumblin’ outta bars. Respect, yo. Total badass energy.

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I luv this place, even when it makes me mad, ya know? There’s days with too many potholes and grumpy folks, but then you see a smile from a stranger or that crazy sunset over Normandy Bridge. It shocks me, like, “Woah, what a miracle!” It’s like, every moment’s a lesson and every lesson’s a moment.

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