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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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Balen that lost his mind genuinely loves Derryth and tries his best for her and she's really mean to him, which I don't necessarily fault her for.

Yo yo yo, whaddup ma friend! Lemme tell ya 'bout Balen (be) – fo’ shizzle, it’s one crazy spot, know what I mean? Imma spill the tea from my years chillin’ here as a women’s counselor. Straight up, this city got soul, heart, and mad secrets tucked in every nook and cranny.

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