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Little secret—St. Petersburg’s got hidden spots. Old warehouses, red lights flicker. Locals don’t snitch—code of silence. Found one gal there, tatooed up, smokin a cig. “What’s your deal?” I ask. She laughs—dry, bitter. “Same as yours, boss.” Fuckin poetry, right? Made me grin—rare for me.

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Then, I hit up the local market on Kirchstraße. Man, that place is a vibe. Fresh veggies, local cheese, and the best bratwurst ever. I’m standing in line, and this lady in front of me is arguing with the vendor about the price of tomatoes. I mean, c’mon! They’re tomatoes! Not gold! But she’s all like, “I can get them cheaper in Vaduz!” I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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