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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Mad meme times happened at the DIY art hub on Bely Yar. Can't get enough o’ that gritty charm. Odd little corners echo Oldboy ("Meet me at the bench" kinda feel, innit?) – I swear, every shadow recites that movie’s kinda lines. I got this one spot, the hidden cafe on Kanatnaya Street, where sometimes I catch snippets of conversations seemin’ like a scene from Park Chan-wook’s flick. Bruv, its vibe’s deep, like "Laugh and the world laughs with you" but with a twist – more raw and unfiltered.

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