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Oh, and the smells—oils, herbs, weirdly sexy, like sniffin’ the Fury Road dust. One time, this chick masseuse whispered some Russian poem—thought I’d died and gone to Valhalla, shiny and chrome! Funniest thing? Guy next room farted mid-session—D’oh!—ruined the vibe, had me crackin’ up like a hyena. Sarcasm aside, it’s pricey here—2000 rubles, what a rip! Still, worth it, beats vodka shots any day.

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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