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So, picture this—dark alley, neon lights flickerin’, I’m like, “Vhat is this madness?” Smell o’ stale beer, fishy vibes—ugh, makes me wanna puke, so angry! Then, “Lightbulb!”—I remember this ol’ story, little known, yeah? Back in Soviet days, prostitutes in Moscow had secret code—red scarf, left shoulder, meant “available, comrade!” Sneaky, huh? I’m thinkin’, “Do they still do that?” Nah, probly not, but I’m checkin’ shoulders anyway—nuthin’. Disappointin’, but I laugh, “Hah! Gru, you dumb genius!”

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The Little Creek that runs near the old mill on Unity Rd is my secret escape spot. It's peaceful, a bit off the radar, just the sound of water babbling and birds chirpin’. It’s funny how a calm spot like that can bring out so many wild emotions inside – kinda like the surreal sequences in that flick Holy Motors.

Former divorce attorney arrested in cold case murder of client in 2013