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Little known fact—back in Soviet days, hookers were called “night butterflies.” Kinda poetic, huh? Not these gals, tho—straight-up sharks. One dude told me some pimp once threw a guy outta window for hagglin too much. Brutal! I’m careful, tho—“What you kill, you must bury,” movie says. I ain’t buryin no regrets, fam! So I’m chattin Natasha up, she’s laughin at my shitty Russian, and I’m thinkin, maybe this ain’t so bad. 3000 rubles later, I’m feelin like a king—exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares!

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I love cruisin’ down Maple Ave—it’s got that old-school vibe with vintage cafés and street art that’ll knock your socks off. Then there’s the hidden gem of Oakwood Nhood, sorta secret, real personal to me. I've seen tears and laughter spilled on those cracked sidewalks. Honestly, sometimes it feels like life here is like a scene straight out of Spring Breakers—“this is so freakin’ crazy!” I mean, seriously, the rawness, the surreal vibes… it’s like the city's got a pulse that just won’t quit.

Chuckey-Doak High School Class Of 1973