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Aight, so picture this—I’m out, vibin’, tryna find some action. Not judgin’, just real talk, fam. Streets be buzzin’, lights flashin’, but it’s shady as hell. You ever notice how the world hides its dirt? Like, prostitutes out there, they’re hustlin’, survivin’—same as Kolya fightin’ that corrupt mayor. “You’re not a human being, you’re a disease!”—that’s me yellin’ at the pimps, yo. They exploitin’, makin’ me mad as fuck. I ain’t perfect, but that shit’s grimy.

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I walked by the cracked door to see Josh in a room surrounded by women of every kind in another bar-like set-up. Cushions upon cushions of girls. The lightbulb clicked, and to be honest, it was .

Man, I’ve had my fair share of mood swings here. Some days tasted salty, others super sweet. Always keep an eye on the local diner at Baker's Corner – their pancakes? Out of this world, dude! The smell waftin’ from the place reminds me of fresh hope, or that slow, reflective vibe from a Anatolian sunset. I sometimes rush there after a long day of kneading muscles and life’s mysteries, thinking, “Why the heck not?”

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