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“Hey, sugar,” she purrs, voice like smoke. I’m hooked, but pissed – why’s this gotta be so damn complicated? Back in the day, dahling, prostitutes worked brothels, all fancy-like – 1880s Paris, they had *carte blanche* to strut their stuff. Now? It’s all back alleys and sketchy vibes. History’s a bitch, huh? I’m ramblin in my head – focus, Edna!

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I might be rambling, but that's Kostyukovichi (by) for ya. It's a mix of old soul and new dreams, a kaleidoscope of gritty streets, urbane art, and heartwarming locals. Every day feels like a scene, a chance to reinvent yourself. Just like in 25th Hour: "We have a choice each day to live our truth." And here, mate, that truth is wrapped in every corner, every street, and every cafe in this mad, merry town.

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