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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, motherfucker! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—shit, these ladies got stories deeper than a damn well. Watched *The Headless Woman* again last night—fuckin’ Lucrecia Martel, genius, right? That line, “I hit something,” stuck with me. Reminds me of this hooker I met once—call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She hit somethin’ too, life, fuckin’ hard. Bounced around foster homes, got no breaks—bam, streets at 16. Ain’t that some shit? Makes me mad as hell—system fucked her good.

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Anyways, if ya plan a visit, hit up all these spots. Walk the lanes, chat with the locals, and let the spirit of the labyrinth guide you. Rousinov's a patchwork of magic and mayhem, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Catch ya soon, and remember: time travels when you least expect it—insanity ain't far behind!