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So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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This city… pauses… it makes you feel everything. I remember on a rainy afternoon (yeah, like the film Caché, "I know what’s in your head" – crazy, right?) I strolled along Seaview Trail and suddenly, out of nowhere, it all clicked – the beauty and the weight of hidden truths. Just like, “The past is never dead,” you know? And oh! The waves crashing near the Los Osos River; it's like therapy for my soul.

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